Tears brim as the sharp wind stings my eyes and flirts with my cardigan which I pulled on halfway through blogging this post. In the meantime a fog has rolled in and the sun is making an effort to play Hide-go-Seek with it. Here I sit on this Coney Island boardwalk deciding that upon returning from my “pier” I will go ride one of the speed cars. Onward to my next adventure, taking me farther and further. Join me, or find a pier and embark on your own musings! Happy Summer!
I’m In Your City
You are buried here I can’t stop thinking about that It’s like you are here You are all around me
Last night I saw you After 8 days of not seeing you 8 days of wanting to run almost every day Last night when I saw you I couldn’t wait to kiss you Last night when I kissed you nothing else mattered I realized that running away would have been foolish