There is a forgotten woodland or a bluff overlooking the lake I was meant to meet this evening, but I didn't. And I can feel the ropes of fate, elastic as they have proven to be, pulling on my heart's disguise in angst.
in my chest before i met you, like all the time i thought i w a s staggering on for him i was really justheadedtoyou, to where my feet never lose their grip and the ends of my fingers won't forget what your face feels like in the earliest hoursofthe morning. you h a v e tied a string around my lungs a n d trailed it all the way across the ocean with you, looped your promises every twenty miles or so along the way so i have no choice but to follow you to find out where they end and w h e r e we begin.
I believe the year has become a little bit disjointed. A little muddled up. The night before this very day. I rolled indoors after a night upon the town, My spot of going out to play. Mother develops a mighty frown. Came in late from local town. Every light in the house was on. I thought maybe it was October. All the windows shone a mighty glow. I thought I'd arrived for Diwali. (c) Livvi