Mar 10, 2009 19:10
it's windy on the roof. the sun sets in a pale blue sky. everything is very bittersweet-- kind of lonely, kind of meant to be that way.
how appropriate.
flowers, deceived by this facade of spring, are springing up all over the yard.
i wave to a passerby. he wonders why i'm where i am.
two days.
music,
random,
thoughts,
tired,
roof