February 2012
10 posts
Poetry
shesanargonaut:
I miss sunshine held between the breath of two palm tree lungs, the scorching call of rubber upon asphalt, the taste of smog flavored kisses on skyscraper lips as orange buses scrape along a waiting spine.
(The sun shines in between the buildings...
“Between the pages.
Never ending memories.
I found home again.”
– ashlyncubbins (via prettybooks) 