Saturday, April 16, 2011

while it is wet outside.

I cannot stop for long enough today. Stuck inside, my mind wanders towards you and what you could be doing. I dreamed many nights ago we two sat in your backyard, beers in hand, shaded from the bold sun overhead. I miss the summer and the heat that forces your eyes shut and the sweat that allows your whole body to shimmer in warm moonlight.

I cannot help but daydream.


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