One True Thing

These beautiful things that I wish I had said, and places I've wanted to be. If we could grow up to be the ones we love then...would I try to be her, instead of me?

I'm drinking the sweetest of kir royales, thinking about things, and starting to wonder if the memories I feel are pressing in for a real reason or not.

The thickness of the air there, the taste of sun...these things are things I think about, things I haven't really been able to describe.

And to those who say I blow things out of proportion, I must say that I would always have a rose-tinted view.

I miss being...




	One True Thing in the ocean of noise Home Get Email Updates not the passenger and somewhere alfie smiles I used to have a hamster tree and the man with the golden gun lily is dancing on the table the room of the banished poet but you're not here I want to paint it black if you can come to california till human voices wake us Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 6134 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2003-03-14 7:24 PM It never was and never will be... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: still wistful... Read/Post Comments (1) These beautiful things that I wish I had said, and places I've wanted to be. If we could grow up to be the ones we love then...would I try to be her, instead of me? I'm drinking the sweetest of kir royales, thinking about things, and starting to wonder if the memories I feel are pressing in for a real reason or not. The thickness of the air there, the taste of sun...these things are things I think about, things I haven't really been able to describe. And to those who say I blow things out of proportion, I must say that I would always have a rose-tinted view. I miss being... Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top