March Comes Late

Oh my god there were so, so many planes reflecting off the sun like silver moths drawn to a flame. One thing I do believe is names; that if we repeat them often, if we just say them again… Because I want all your attention and don’t want you to forget the pretty things that make me think of you: space travel, sunsets, the nobody in the passenger seat, the ghost that always lets me rest my hand upon her leg or stay for one more cigarette.


~ by perfectionatrix on March 3, 2012.

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