December 29, 2009
The smell of hospitals in winter, and the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters but no pearls.
All at once you look across a crowded room to see the way that light attaches to a girl.
The smell of hospitals in winter, and the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters but no pearls.
All at once you look across a crowded room to see the way that light attaches to a girl.
Life keeps on changin'. Tell it to stay still, but it won't listen. 
that first line caught me off guard on my way back up here yesterday. I’ve always loved the second one, but that first one, I feel like I know what he’s talking about now.