ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- heaven is coming down to hold me happy birthday daddy. i love you. happy birthday jim. i can't hear the hearts of mice breaking, no one can hear me running out of words or crying in locked cars or failing or breaking down or running out and losing or wishing. the truth doesn't make a noise, right? (i miss you) you can't hear it. and counting - 2.9.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||
|
||||||