good conversations are short and last forever.
In cold, standing like a pillar, in shadows, standing like it's warmer. And it is. Flaking.
And such mundane thoughts to go with it:
"You're so old," said the doctor to his dad.
I made half a joke.
Threw the other half out--it wasn't good enough.
But the stars....awake alllll night. And singing about it.
And such mundane thoughts to go with it:
"You're so old," said the doctor to his dad.
I made half a joke.
Threw the other half out--it wasn't good enough.
But the stars....awake alllll night. And singing about it.