The silence repeats itself, at a constant. I guess that is what's maddening. I see that silence, it's an empty noose, hanging daylight for now.
From my window, I push my cigarette smoke from my mouth to the tail lights of your car. It makes a red eyed demon. It was the third person view, while we argued who was wrong, because neither could be right.
But were we ever able to say anything was right, more than an hour at a time.
Come meet me at the pillars of Lu Bu's bridge, at dusk. Through, and although, the crowd. I will be distinguished, by a torch held high. A beacon for you, as unchanging as it was once then.
During the expanse of our separate journeys, I met Father Time. He called me up several more steps of his creaking porch. Although I stepped back once, perhaps twice, telling him not that many just yet. He said 'Then change'.
So I've traded my armor for a mule. My arrows are...
Our love arrived, on a turtle's back as we tossed the ball with our beach-gang friends It followed us as we walked to Mabel's store for a soda and smokes As our friends kicked sand and cursed our discovery
I remember you talking about all sorts of nothings While I all of the sudden saw you differently In those words of yours, was something
And you, the quick light in such grey moments asked "What?" I feigned deaf, and dumb And said "Oh,...