Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Pack up

Yes. 3 more months and I'm gone from this place.

Shall we meet again? 

I want to live with you. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side. 

I love you, for your information.


Saturday, January 07, 2012

I am looking at the gaps between my fingers. I am terribly, helplessly lonely tonight.


I want to pack my bags and leave.
How is the beer-bottle man?
Could he find more bottles to sell?

Sometimes they haunt me like a sad dream
The sailing bottles, the shimmering waves


Do you remember to remember to ask?
Could he find more bottles to sell?