good-bye.
Next time, you won’t be so lucky; I may have to follow you home.
good-bye.
Next time, you won’t be so lucky; I may have to follow you home.
I’m alone here!!! come back and visit before i start going crazy.
We are not smarter than a 5th grader. Bummer.
The skies have been crying all day since you left.
and I’ve just been eating and sleeping.
I miss you dumb dumb.
My poem for the week:
Western wind, when wilt thou blow?
The small rain down can rain.
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I be in my bed again.
2 months, 2 weeks, 2 days, May 2nd, 8-6=2.
Full circle, baby. Full circle.