We are luck. We are fate.
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
words at your feet and music on your lips.
they had clung together like saran wrap.
and the first day that they found each other
(and every day since)
the sky had been gray
and the wind had been fierce.
chalk it up to cosmic balance
because perfection is such a limited resource
and they had seemed to monopolize so much of it.
i miss the heck out of you.
August 4, 2011 at 8:27 AM
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