bellesandghosts: the sky was paintwater grey. i couldn’t see any other colors in it. quick ste
bellesandghosts: the sky was paintwater grey. i couldn’t see any other colors in it. quick steps on uneven sidewalks. sips of fresh juice with pineapple. stolen glances. black diamonds. pigeon sighs. rooftops and checkered floors. and billboards that said the future is golden. i couldn’t find c.k. williams or that one copy of fevre dream where it was supposed to be. but i keep thinking, you are the last you. and already mine. -- source link