May 31st, 2009

"I love my past. I love my present.
I'm not ashamed of what I've had,
and I'm not sad because I have it no longer."

-Colette

They were drinking
milk and honey sitting
under a willow
the wind was hot
in their hair.

They were daisy murderers,
sun worshipers.
Their lives were like a faerie tale
And it was beautiful.