December 2011
15 posts
I still
wear your bandana from time to time. I don’t care who knows.
I'll never know.
I’ll never know what ever became of the girl I met in that small town in Wisconsin. I’ll never know her true dreams, where she finally ended up, or if she is still where I first encountered her. It’s one thing I think about before I finally fall asleep at night (or morning). I’ll never know if she still thinks of me, if she still walks in the same woods I would traverse...
Every morning
I wake up and stare at anything.
Whatever music is playing is euphoric, because it has been on repeat through the night above my head.
Lyrics fuse with my dream state and I think about the dream I just had, any girl who I’d like to say something to, or what it be like if I walked upstairs and my parents never came home.
I sit for maybe 30 minutes to an hour, thinking like this, staying...
Daniel Smith and I created a radio advertisement...
