Saturday, December 11, 2010

Free, like the winter air.

"Unfortunately, it's Summer."

Tired, sitting,
Just thinking, as usual,
Nostalgia, and it's cohort, creep up from behind
Bite me.
It hurts.

No particular pattern, though you could try to analyse it. I'd prefer if you didn't. So, then, how's the holidays for you? Seniors!

Might be a few perks, but all in all, it doesn't really matter all that much.

Hoping you understand.

1 comment:

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