Those little ships, constructed in the bottle, how small they seem, how free they roam the sea. She is beauty in a bottle kept in my mind. She is free in the sea, taking on waves by waving back.
*The Future of Wallpaper* Christopher Jug George
His summer-brown smile haunts me. I sense him now, unlike before, he is closer to me. He is gone.
Month: March, 2015
March 24, 2015
Horror on Bridge Street
If there were hills on the wallpaper, guests at the afternoon gathering would have run into the walls when she walked into the room.
*The Future of Wallpaper* Christopher Jug George 