dinner dating myself last Saturday night, 5th of October ... and (still) thinking about you ... me ... and whatever happened to us ... and that love we said will never die ... ...
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
my obsession for pasta and broken promises
dinner dating myself last Saturday night, 5th of October ... and (still) thinking about you ... me ... and whatever happened to us ... and that love we said will never die ... ...
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