daisybuchanan
and you drive. you have driven. and you're driving again.
those beads keep falling. you don't pick them up. each one, tiny as a thought and half as important fall to the floor. and they were strung. they were. you know that.
The far away yelping and cries of a dog has been my constant companion throughout the night and I need to go.
Become something.
That's what you told me. Personal remarks are rude.