| | when i close my eyes...
...i see a small man in a suit sitting on a train, shirt untucked, tie loosened, holding a bouquet of roses, bought with every last cent he had in the world. he sits in his seat, looking at the ground, roses drooping, with the scenery rushing by in the window behind him and the lights above flickering.
crestfallen, devastated, he cuts a solitary figure.
it was a long train ride home.
|
| | Posted 2/5/2007 1:19 AM - 41 views - 1 comments
- recommend
  - recs0
- give stars
- votes0
- share
- email
 - sent0
|
