April 9th, 2002

(no subject)

today:
tapioca teas.
strange chinese pastries.
sun and ribbons.
A park.
A fountain.
Mist on my bare shoulders.
Spare change in my pocket.
A kiss on my lips.
Not a care in the world.
Because I have created my perfect
perfect
Tuesday morning.

Reality:
How do I get there from here?