Oct 2015
time travel is not just theoretical anymore -
I do it all the time when
I think of soft red sweatshirts
boyish high pitched laughter
the smell of day-old Old Spice
quiet lips;
tired morning breath
your hands
coming and going
I do it all the time when
I think of soft red sweatshirts
boyish high pitched laughter
the smell of day-old Old Spice
quiet lips;
tired morning breath
your hands
coming and going
hi all. I want to start posting here so why not start. I'm not sure what this community is like but I'm hoping to get involved. Here is a short poem I wrote recently about how sometimes it feels like I can fall back into January like it was yesterday.
