It's like sticking your bare feet out of the car window and porch-sitting as the last bit of sun goes down over the hill. It's like sleeping on a good friend's lumpy couch and sipping coconut cocoa in February.
It's like saying goodbye in a parking lot or a stairwell or between the dusty volumes in a library. It's like not saying it at all and wishing you had. It's like saying it wholly and wishing you hadn't.
It's kind of like traveling across Europe. No, it's more like traveling across small-town America, across every cow-country, past every leather-skinned man.
It's like this:
Sitting across the way from someone and realizing.
Ummm, baby are you sucking on helium? Or do you just have insights to what the euphoria is about? LOL...<3 you so much!
ReplyDeleteYou might do the same if there were a million and one ballons all over your bedroom. Just sayin'!
ReplyDeleteWhere did you get so many balloons? Bring them home with you and let's see if I'd do the same, lol. Just a thought.
ReplyDeleteAeriale! I got a blog...and I don't know why or how to use it haha
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