Nov 30, 2005 21:51
"Until Next Time"
Coasters resting in the drain
finally defeated by condensation.
Shadows painted.
The wind keeps changing on me.
I can't get my toes warm like my body.
My memories give me comfort.
My instinct makes me sick.
I can't even keep promises to myself.
She said that one made her cry.
The right film does that sometimes.