Carrier Correspondent Old Letters New Letters |
Sun. May. 03, 2009 - 9:14 in the A.M. The weather's turning and maybe I am, too. To varying degrees, the last four months have left me feeling like I'm succumbing to servitude and silence. Summer leaves notes in my pockets reminding me that I'm too young to feel like this. Their post scripts say, "You're confident like you were when people fell in love with you." p.s. Nose to the grindstone. Tongue between teeth. |