Packed trains, green parks and sugared mates, talk about photography, old and new loves, culture, reading, the fall and rises of humanity, music and theater and cameras and people and life. Casual cigarettes, while she reads me a poem about her distress over the scums of humanity and the hopes she has to see it back to its glory. Our eyes wander through earrings and sketches of famous figures, laughing at things we shouldn't laugh about while listening to Led Zeppelin. Finally roaming about in twilight, our fingers brushing through polka dots and Pink Floyd badges, we laugh and long and wish for those delicate intricacies. She's obsessed with boots, so we try to steer clear out of shoe stores. We buy chips and wait for the buses and continue our talks, see her friends, her brother, and yet again talk about life as Sirius blazes in its navy cradle...
Labels: photography, writing
POSTED BY little girl blue ON Sunday, May 22, 2011 @ 11:49 AM
