Friday, May 31, 2013

old prose goes and goes

From spring 2011

About to see Emerald calculating the best way to tell her that i know she's been selling herself for drugs. I'm sitting on the floor of the greyhound buss station excited yet mourning the innocence in falling in love in yet another misguided friendship i had with her. Can't invest again, like her men and unlike them because  actually do love her, that foolish dirty olive skinned jewel. 
Emerald keep your smile wide and your sanity as loose as it was with me, but in this free yourself of obstructing nature and what it gave you unless you're fooling everyone and you really love what you've done.

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