Monday, March 05, 2007
desasosegada
i wake up with all my joints creaking. the moon was red the other night. my eyes are heavy and i'm going nowhere. i feel old and out of place in this place. parallel lives. tired looking what-ifs hanging out on every corner, having a good old chat with all the what-ifs i left behind, sharing a drink with all the what-ifs that are coming coming coming.
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what if...
ReplyDeletei got a job and moved to the seaside
well, that would make me very happy for you. but very sad for me. although then, there is all that ice-cream to be had......
ReplyDeleteoh, well, i'll be happy for both of us then!