Sometimes, the thoughts get too loud. Here's hoping simplicity can save us where eloquence has failed.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Even the Gold Rusts Here
And when I asked you how you've been holding up since we last talked, I meant I missed your smile, the way you look when you laugh (even if it's at me), your cynicism, your wit, your shitty jokes. I missed you. I know its been months, but you still feel like home.
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