Wednesday, September 10, 2008

sometimes i dream about pain

and all i am is sitting in an apartment.
watering my plants.
waiting for my pie to bake through.
and a cigarette.
and a cold drink.
and a good breeze.
and the television singing songs from when i was a young girl.
and warm fuzzy sweaters.
and foot steps below on the street.
and good hair.
and a pretty dress.
and rosy cheeks.
and a comfy bed.
and a crossword puzzle.
and fresh flowers from the market.
and the sun at 4pm.
and a good 28 degrees celsius.

but no one to share it with.

1 comment:

shakyknees said...

i know what you mean--found you randomly--like to befriend but unsure how.