You notice how the light changes outside your window, you watch people & they fascinate you in a way you don't understand, yet you don't feel connected to them. You never approach anyone, you live your life without involving anyone else.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
I questioned myself today, wondered if I was an anachronism, someone who just doesn't belong, because I've never felt right in my own skin.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The baker's wife has you on display, window shopping at it's finest, I've always wanted to crack your eyes across patio furniture, trickling down, concrete scrambled breakfast time for two.