Wednesday, July 11, 2007

You're a Book to me.

Tonight I realized that I only like driving when I have no place to go. I like to drive with the windows down, the stars and night earth slapping me in the face. I dig the dark cool air, it tastes like dirt pure or something. Tomorrow I must wake up at an unreasonable time. Why am I still up?

Because my right hand is seared with a burn, and my left is sliced from left to right. I think I see my story in the stars. It says don't settle for nostalgia, don't give up, and kiss often and long. I tend to agree.

So tomorrow starts my crazy busy weekend. Should be interesting...


Secret Mystery Guest said...

Buen dia, senorita.

I enjoyed this very much.

I thought you might enjoy this short piece as well.

Best wishes,

The Last Unicorn said...

Thank you so much, it's always nice to get connected with readers. I look forward to reading your work!

Best Wishes to you as well!