We danced to the song of teahouses. She stepped on my feet many times despite her bravado. Still, we laughed and talked of many things. She talked of most things. We watched others dance we equal ineptitude through streets choked with abandoned cars. I held onto my secrets as a miser would. I drank jasmine tea with open ears. She ate buttercake with a plastic mouth. We bid each other goodnight when we realized we couldn't understand one another.
12:25 a.m. - 2018-01-16
Recent entries:
Tossi Propter - 2018-07-02
Summerscorch - 2018-07-02
Heartdesert - 2018-06-25
Elliptical - 2018-06-25
Back and Callback - 2018-06-18
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
As-I-know-it
Nicim
Breathe-Salt
Swordfern
Star-Brite
Swallowthkey
ATwoWayDream
HumHum
Secret-motel
AndWeBreathe
MovingSands
WeAteTheSea