[it's cold under the blanket.]
but really, it's cold everywhere.
and i light my packs off the stoves and watch them as they go.
i just wish they would all leave.
and she says it's like a disease. you just don't do it.
not in public.
you take it all. you remember it all and you throw it away in your leather book.
and we're always saying, 'i'd like to tell ya all about it.'
but we wont.
we just watch them as they go.
i keep wondering if this is the only thing i'll ever know.
- posted by angela @ 5:40 PM