here i sitsoaking up sunlightwatching it scattering glitter on the lapis oceani ponder...is it even possibleto cling to little girl dreamswhile making..
fumes of long agobecome so much more enticingas the calendar pages flipthey tickle my brainof course i like to appease myself by thinkingyours is tick..
i am much more than my mistakesthough i do not expect you to forget themi am much more than my flawsand i know you have often noticed themi have stumb..