Tuesday, October 18, 2011

"...I also remember driving you home in a white dress, I remember losing my heart before my head and I remember coming home with slumped shoulders and a prizefighter grin. I drank honey that summer. I drank cold water. I drank rum in the shade. And that's when I found prayer, though only to the ghosts of history. After too many cigarettes, ask me for a ride home. It's time I should leave." 
-from Old Flames IV: I Was Sleeping A Mountain, by Jake Kilroy