Little bits for your morning

I miss the days when I was dumb enough to eat Cap’n Crunch

*

Speaking with her, she’d stare at me as if I were an unexpected commercial interruption during her favorite movie

*

Erik Satie’s Gnossienne 1 for Piano

*

I did not recognize my own shadow

*

The winter air smells starved, hungry
The summer air smells seasoned with honey

*

She is freshly broken

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s