Thank God for living. Take me for giving. Find me lying on my back wishing to see that these were the houses that you lit; maybe they'll be that way again. We're bedding our arguments. We've slowly and softly settled into ourselves. There were so many empty shoes on our floors; I almost filled mine with cement. We never played for points so I don't think our time could've been better spent. It was dark when we all forgot our names. Blackberries rot and I don't know how I feel about it.
