inthelandof-finn asked: Do you know what time it is?
Sometimes I wonder if you still hear the tapping on your window. I wonder if you look in the mirror and see the face I always saw; the pale grey eyes and intense stare, the soft pink lips, the small nose and smooth skin. I remember when we used to lie on the grass, near the river. I remember when we used to sled in the winter, and dance on leaves in the fall. We would walk through the seasons together; hands interlocked.
Andrea Gibson - Sleeping
“We both carry ourselves like an ambulance with someone dead inside, still thinking we might get there on time.”