wet

The wind hurt his ears. The wind hurt his ears.

StoryKettle » Worse » wet

Copyright © 2008, Michael M Wayman

he stood there the wind hurt his ears the rain blew past him the waves kept his feet wet the surf frothed over him he was wet he didn't care he had his headphones on he heard the music from his distant youth he was         see I see a reflection in the window of a wine glass, a glass empty, perhaps someone had drunk blackcurrant juice out of it, a coffee machine. I see things.         sleep think she sleeps, I think she sleeps, I think that I think         want do you want to be crazy, oh yes do we want to be crazy, oh yes do you want to be crazy, oh yes we are of course crazy we are of course absolutely crazy yes and then?