Sunday, January 13, 2008
the sun is too hot
dolls with blue satin. quite moments in twilight. waking up in the morning not wanting to go out. i hear song in my head and i can shiver in the cold. my shoes are heavy from walking too long. i am not happy or sad or anything i know. who will hold my hand when i get home. thousands of miles between my childhood and my sleep. blue is your dress blue is your soul.