It's nearly summer.
The best time of the year; undoubtedly.
A festering of walking and breath,
half naked woman on sand and ice cream,
and I, alone on my boardwalk, dreaming of lines that tell stories,
not paying any attention to anything that is happening.
That's the moment when a human finds a way to make love out of thin air on a boardwalk.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
It's nearly summer.
The best time of the year; undoubtedly.
A festering of walking and breath,
half naked woman on sand and ice cream,
and I, alone on my boardwalk, dreaming of lines that tell stories,
not paying any attention to anything that is happening.
That's the moment when a human finds a way to make love out of thin air on a boardwalk.
