The season changes and I
change with it as
memories of my
summer learning to live without it,
become a distant and uncomfortable thought that
I’d like to remember for a while,
never come closer, but
stay where I can see you.
This is,
how we’ll breathe for now.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 5:53 AM UTC
The season changes and I
change with it as
memories of my
summer learning to live without it,
become a distant and uncomfortable thought that
I’d like to remember for a while,
never come closer, but
stay where I can see you.
This is,
how we’ll breathe for now.
