Saturday, July 10, 2004

With marks on my hands

If things weren't so and if I could go, I'd make it sure you'd come with me and perhaps we'd wander far enough to disappear. We'd wrap ourselves in what we have despite the lack of anything. Gathering food and making a shelter, we'd be fine. We'd be better than better. I'd dote on you and make sure you're feeling well. There wouldn't be a bad word uttered. A world that's ours alone and no one else would matter. I'd make sure I'd make it so. I can't wait till I can go.



::me:: at 14:52