Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Letter #10

Dear Everett,
Some nights I forget that our whole life is really just a never-ending Secondhand Serenade song.
"Your eyes, telling me lies, and making me find myself,
While you have your agenda, a life to pursue..."


  1. Beautiful. I've missed your blog and writings.
    It's been a while and you may not remember my blog, but I wanted to thank you for your kind comment.
    I hope you have been well,

    skeletal dreams x

  2. Secondhand Serenade. I used to love that band.
    They are beautiful, but my darling, I hope you didn't stay too long swaying with their songs (that's full of melancholy). I love you and I miss you, V.