pockymonster12345

It is 4 in the Afternoon It is 4 in the afternoon, rain tapping on the roof, so dark I have to turn on my light already I am sitting at my desk looking at that old, wrinkled photo. me with sunglasses, you with mickey mouse ears. It is fading now. I no longer know what it would feel like to have short pigtails. We should visit again like we promised. But it should be where the sun beats down on our heads, melts our ice cream cones, where the cold ocean laps at our toes, and the smell of salt hangs in the air.