it must be beautiful outside…
| December 27, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
…like a scratchy sort of cloth that once held sparkles and littered them on everything it brushed up against…now threadbare. the kind of cloth that would leave its mark on your face and blush on your cheekbones..now faded. if u were to come in contact with this cloth, everyone would know, and no one would try to hide it. it’s not just cheap dye that runs, and beats the wind. like lipstick’s kisses on a collar, it’s there and it’s not going anywhere. you try to wipe it off, weakly, but you don’t try hard enough, ’cause secretly, you want that sparkle, that kiss, that blush.. to linger. you want someone to ask, what were you up to before you got here?
people try to rub shoulders with you, just in case you may..rub off. one last bit, please.
sometimes, i think we’re so close that we can hear the same birds chirping
outside our respective windows.
other times, i write to you and i’m sure you wouldn’t even read between the
lines.
