I was pinched by the crisp freshness of cold that winter slips me,
like acid in my morning coffee. Then
I slip out and take the cliffs for a spin,
diving down,
like a squirrel leaping toward a too-far tree. (Except I lack
all the hope you know is inside that nutty creature.)
I brutally edit my videos
and i cut them into
pieces, trying to arrange them in the right spots.
But you know
you can't do that sort of thing to people.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
I was pinched by the crisp freshness of cold that winter slips me,
like acid in my morning coffee. Then
I slip out and take the cliffs for a spin,
diving down,
like a squirrel leaping toward a too-far tree. (Except I lack
all the hope you know is inside that nutty creature.)
I brutally edit my videos
and i cut them into
pieces, trying to arrange them in the right spots.
But you know
you can't do that sort of thing to people.
