Monday, November 09, 2009
You won't let me curl up in comfort and hide under a quilt. You won't let me have the pleasure of drinking tea fresh out of the stove. And of course I will always see so clearly the things on the road I may want to be blissfully unaware of as though im i'm in a dream.
Bombay, instead you mock me with a silly drizzle on a Tuesday morning.
Let me get this straight. You better give us some rain as a consolation if not the winter. Okay? Okay.