Wouldn't it be nice if we were older/saner/bigger/bolder/heartbeats braver/ice cubes colder/closer to that spring /just sing sing sing sing singing/not afraid of what life's bringing/..?
I think so. & I talk before I think, so I must have said a lot today.
A little place I like to call home... meet me there tonight?
I'm Dee & I like large amounts of coffee, late nights, words, my guitar, handmade T-shirts, James Dean-movies, green, Tuesdays, lyrics, Luckies,reading, staying in bed, phonecalls, leaving, gluing things together, Cadd9, weird stains, misplaced things that reappears, pens, magnolia trees, umbrellas, the fact that blankets are - where ever they are brought - always cosy, strange cloud shapes, white wine, dancing like you can't hear the beat - not giving further thoughts to things like feet, that all things addictive are such great friends, cats, old ladies on the streets - taking over the whole street scenario with their old lady perfumes, summer days when all days are fridays & wrinkly bed sheets.
I also have an annoying habit of spilling coffee all over me & my surroundings.
Love.
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