To bias sleeps on a floor he made. From stealing in and out of others peoples names. He never read all the formula. And the feeling alone could never be enough.
There were always questions. About where you been. With whom you went. 'cause I didn't know. I was only guessing. About what I'd seen. And I didn't mean no harm.
Gravely now we stare at indecision. Climbing stairs for sale is insufficient. . Reading off the wall is too contagious. We're capable of more, is that suspicious?.
If you think that you resemble your roots. You've got to pick up all your pieces and hope they approve. Your words won't carry that much weight on the shelf.
it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low. as winter slowly stumbled home. the air felt different and it started to show. as every breath resembled smoke.