Gatsby's green light was orgastic, unreachable,
distant.
Mine is a little dot on my chat screen,
also green;
your being in some corner of reality
that, perhaps, is also
looking for stories,
looking for me.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Gatsby's green light was orgastic, unreachable,
distant.
Mine is a little dot on my chat screen,
also green;
your being in some corner of reality
that, perhaps, is also
looking for stories,
looking for me.
The usual profile stalking.
