Wednesday, January 19, 2011

that gladys knight and the pips song

You looked at me and I forgot everything I was ever going to say; if you didn't scatter my thoughts I wouldn't have to go looking for them down corridors. I can see my thoughts sometimes and when they are preoccupied with you they are gilded, with things as impossible to replicate as the intonations in your voice and the teapot you made in pottery class in high school. They're beautiful but it's also treacherous to go wandering down corridors looking for them and I don't want to keep feeling blurry without you like I've taken Vicodin.

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