Geographically speaking, we live very close to each other.
I was a dancer and then I got old.
I carried a muffin tin through curtains of rain and it drummed along with the rhythm of the weather, the atmosphere wrestling the ground.
Grinding sleep out of my eyes. It hurts.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 2:23 AM UTC
Geographically speaking, we live very close to each other.
I was a dancer and then I got old.
I carried a muffin tin through curtains of rain and it drummed along with the rhythm of the weather, the atmosphere wrestling the ground.
Grinding sleep out of my eyes. It hurts.
