measuring a summer's day, i only finds it slips away to grey,
the hours, they bring me pain.
tangerine, tangerine, living reflection from a dream;
i was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between.
thinking how it used to be, does she still remember times like these?
to think of us again? and i do.
sunday is anything but. it's a little cold. just enough to keep me indoors most of the day. the morning brought the long walk to work to get some stuff done i'd been meaning to for a while now. on the way i saw a grey tabby in the middle of the road. head smashed. i waited for the red light, found some plastic and moved the cat to the sidewalk. just couldn't leave he/she there...
i don't much care that people in cars watched. seems all life is disposable these days...
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ms. orangehead and calicohead got extra kisses and loving today for all of the ones that don't.
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i'm waiting. for what? don't much know. and sometimes, i just don't care.