and what if we were to sit to dinner tonight, across a varnished black
oak table in the middle of it-doesn't-matter-where, in leather high
backed chairs
[i dont know if i've posted all these stuff before. but i have salvaged these from the ipod touch that might die a horrible death. so there are lots of precious words/notes i have written over the past half year that i might not have considered to have completed. and might well be a more beautiful poem someday]