24.SEPT.2011
8:50P

missing the effortless days. sitting on a stoop in the city, middle of the night, clove cigarettes. friends with the neighbors, meeting people is easy. foolish shoes, two wheels, a paper snowstorm. we never felt the cold.

you interrupt my singing to kiss me at a traffic signal. your childlike blush and smile. how i am getting my hopes up over you.