Pacific Speaks
August 29, 2013
You’re here again, alone as before, little fingerprints in shadow, faded footprints on the shore. I remember you, the loneliest thing; the one with starry eyes with dreams so awfully big. They’ve forgotten you, haven’t they? The Only Ones. Her daisies went rotten and he’s left for the sun. But we follow the moon, … More Pacific Speaks