The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Sunday, 5 July 2015
Jounce upon a time
We wander to the waters edge and you tell me everything will be fine. You lay me down and we drift away to the four corners of my mind. If I could tell anyone anything about you I would tell them nothing, I'd keep you to myself forever, and hide ourselves away. We could be each other's sustenance.