Tuesday, August 19, 2008

CEILINGS

You want a car with a clean interior. I’ve been far but it’s never been serious. Take your time to arrive. We move slow down the roads with the lights out. You whisper soft, if we’re lost don’t turn around. We’ll take our time to arrive.

We watch the sky from the side of the interstate and recite favorite lines from the songs that play.
We took our time to arrive. Where we are, there are no ceilings where we are. I could be anywhere
as long as I’m with you & when you look at me, I believe.

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