anniemerrill
transport? yeah, I gotta do that to get home. I gotta go across 5 states, and 1,600 miles. What I wouldn't do to be there right now. It sucks, but that's life. That's what everyone's gotta do to live, transport. You know, drive, fly, boat, bike. Run, hop, skip, jump.
flakes of gold, fall like snow. snow is cold, and so are you. you are graceful, buy you aren't gold. you're just fake, you're a flake. A flake that could just be blown away, and travel the sky at night. A flake that will continue blowing with the wind and never come back to me.
I have a bad habit of putting things off. This is why I'm writing this. I'm not doing my job, and I don't plan on it. This may never change, although I wish it would. Because when I'm done writing this, I'm going to be forced to return to the world of....
I have a flannel shirt. I wore it last week. Flannel reminds me of cowboys. It reminds me of Sadies. It reminds me of halloween. Bright colors, dark colors, lines, overlapping.
sunlight hit me dead in the eye like it's mad that I gave half the day to last night. My bad sight made me trip on my ass right into that patch of grass like "that's life" all of a sudden, I realized something, the weather is amazing even the birds are bumpin.