Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

Chain drinking, from rotten potatoes to wheat. You sat firmly in the centre of it, as if I was throwing back one each time I needed the nerve to approach you. You pulled back, your immaculate armour of sensibility untouched, and the wicked crack of denial sat heavy and thick in the air between us. But there it rests, behind your shaking eyes, blue like tropical seas - an ocean of uncertainty - and the irony of it is that, in that moment, I was more yours than I had ever been. So let's let that be that, graceless as it was, and I'll throw back another to what might be. It is enough.





Currently Listening: Iron and Wine - The Shepard's Dog (album d/l)
Written On: Home Computer