my thoughts with me and nothing else. the sky was grey that day, and graveyard we went. the rain had not started yet. there is a certain peace in a place like that. they are all resting. it's been a long hard life, and finally-eternal sleep. or are they somewhere else? brighter and better. the shouts of schoolboys on the wind. the rain had started, spitting at first, nothing more. the grass was damp though. flowers resting on stone. we took a breath for a while. on the way back, I put the umbrella up. we walk along the road, clambering up the grassy ridges in the meadow. at home, I note the sweat under my arms, but l'm not too worried
jolie memphis
By juniemonroewhoareyou
Suzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned i... More