Inez Folklore

And then there were two, 

Sitting on a bench by the bus stop.

Waiting.

Watching.

Two kids - teenagers - then young adults.

On different sides of the same story.

One representing tails

Growing up isn't something you enjoy

Unless you're, like,

Five,

And the world is still golden,

And you can't see

The hourglass

And the grains of sand

Falling

Falling

she talks to me about the paper snowflakes she plans to make this weekend, and so i refrain from telling her that my bedroom has been decorated since the day after thanksgiving.