the time was passed by so easily
'Subtle as the wind', says the song, but the wind is far from subtle today racing through open windows incredibly warm against my hand on a cold glass of water, ripping art from the walls, spreading papers across the living room floor like leaves, and throwing things down from shelves like an over excited cat. Come play with me, come play with me, come play with me.
It whips my skirt around me like a flag caught in a gale as I walk. I keep wondering exactly how much of my thigh is showing to passing traffic and I can't hear my own footsteps for all the creaking of limbs and howling of wind through branches.
It whips my skirt around me like a flag caught in a gale as I walk. I keep wondering exactly how much of my thigh is showing to passing traffic and I can't hear my own footsteps for all the creaking of limbs and howling of wind through branches.