Desperation

a hum and drum
fingertips drumming and cocorosie
"And then the lights came on, In the middle of the night, What i should do with my life, How i should spend my time?"
how no one no no one ever
"And afterwards, we'll all go to hell, When the money's all spent, When the money's all gone, There'll be a place for us in heaven's gate, Waiting for us on lay away" Would...
I wanted to write a letter
a letter containing ALL the silences
ALL the messages of
i think of you every night and like Nabokov said
"the more you love a memory
the stronger and stranger it is"
especially after wine
especially after wine.