afternoon glare

5:32 PM

orange sky burst in front of my eyes.
Even tough i love it so much, I can tell the night crawling just before my eyes.

'its time for you to go,' you said.
I didn't say a word.

still, i was enjoying that song from your mp3 player.
That horrible song that you like so much

just so you know, its not the orange sky, its not the song, and its not that i don't want to come home,

its you,
what makes me want to sit still on that dirty concrete bench and dusty road that makes my white shoes turn to grey.

thursday, May 14, 2009 at 6:14pm

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