Monday, May 25, 2009
I want to remember these nights forever, as if nothing else exists. Your gentle words, my irrational fits. We would walk forever, because wherever is home when you're like this. A bed made of leaves, a heater made of twigs. Yet- when we are here we can not question how to live. And I'll keep you beside, as the fire strains my eyes, and I only want to see smoke. And you'll light a spliff, 'cause God knows we need to forget what goes on outside these wooden walls..