Every time I look up at the stars, I think of Orion... either because it is the first thing I see in the sky, or because its absence from the summer sky is so apparent. And, how could I ever forget Orion? The recollection of one amazing kiss is enough to cancel out all that silliness with gypsies and palestinians...
I know that eventually, it would have all gone to shit anyway... but I just wish it had gone to shit a little later. Neither before nor since have I come so close to actually caring. But, not close enough, apparently.
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