Thursday, September 4, 2008

holding long conversations with the dead.

my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes,
every wave drags me to sea.
does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
i thought it would be funny to leave you hanging in suspense,
then I'd climb through your window,
and we'd lay there in the darkness,
like this dream of you i had.

Modified by Vin