you dont need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows
things are as they should be
(even though i may be failing 2 classes...)
i wrote a story about danny this week for creative writing, its one of the few things i have about him...
You remember being flung against the wall of that apartment you’d decorated, you remember how you knew at once what had happened, how you’d felt it drop. You remember the stain on the rug and you remember holding that little red beginning in your hands. You sat with him on the floor then and sobbed you made him hold it, what you’d made, what he’d killed. You’re putting on lipstick now, you’re smoothing your hair. Whatever you do you, you tell yourself, you won’t look in his eyes. You won’t see what’s there. You walk out the door.
midterm in about 2 hours, why arent i studying???
(even though i may be failing 2 classes...)
i wrote a story about danny this week for creative writing, its one of the few things i have about him...
You remember being flung against the wall of that apartment you’d decorated, you remember how you knew at once what had happened, how you’d felt it drop. You remember the stain on the rug and you remember holding that little red beginning in your hands. You sat with him on the floor then and sobbed you made him hold it, what you’d made, what he’d killed. You’re putting on lipstick now, you’re smoothing your hair. Whatever you do you, you tell yourself, you won’t look in his eyes. You won’t see what’s there. You walk out the door.
midterm in about 2 hours, why arent i studying???