Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Fly fly away.


To All, Be Safe and Drive Safe on this New Years Eve. 

In memory of Amy tonight- thinking soundly. As 2014 departs from us. It (meaning i) flies. Bye.

“But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill  wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.”  The Bell Jar