50x365 #11: Larry B.

Your manic blue eyes insisting, you weighted me down with an early 1900s Underwood. It’s a present, you said. I sat on it and smoked under a cold full moon, wishing the next ten blocks away. I would have slept with you. For three months, we would have been happy.

I am a participant in x365.

#818: The Traveller

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light