04.30.05
warm concrete, bare feet
But anyway, I had stepped into that yellow light and felt, under me, the rough warm concrete against my bare feet as I ran to you. I wanted to tell you, how delicious it was, how I should go just like that and you and I could run over the asphalt together, all the way down to the shore.
I felt silly and didn�t say anything, and got my shoes and my purse and my kisses
shi-ou-sama at