Thursday, April 30, 2015

Fire escape

You can’t love me like a fire escape. Sometimes I will be the match, or the smoke under the door. I don’t know what I’m doing, all I know is that we all catch fire sometimes, before we even get warm.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Missed calls

Someone could have waited for me instead of giving me nine missed calls if he's that worried about my sense of direction.