the glare of the sun off of the windshield
the high-pitched whine of machinery
the rip in the new nice denim
the tone of the accuser
the immutability of contesting wills
the angle of the hang of the head
the sudden decrescendo of sound
the sink of the pit
the excruciating molasses of time
1 comment:
Ssmian! I love this blog and that you're updating it so frequently today. I feel like I'm reading your notebook or something though...it's weird and overly personal. But I really enjoy all these posts. Keep posting man, I feel like you're still "home" (AZ - which was probably never home to you). Miss you, love this. :)
(feeling special? Good.)
Post a Comment