Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Stood on the Edge of Your Bridge Until I Felt the Rain

I'm kind of scared of myself. I dig myself these holes. I cry everyday, now.


I just want to erase everything from my past and start over.


Somewhere new, but still the same. I always think Seattle. At least then I could have the rain.

1 comment:

Molly said...

Woman. It's Molly. I have a blog now. I miss you and stuff.