dear hanging lights diary,
i still want to live on a cobblestone lane where the street lamps are more for decoration. i want the big shady trees to drape over the sidewalks and streets in some spooky-like, yet romantic way. i wanna hear the little church on the hill ringing the sunday bells. i wanna watch the group of teenage goth girls in the cemetery practicing their halloween spells. i want to have that huge antique light fixture in my dining room again, the one that everyone who comes admires. then i want to clean and polish that old fucker whenever i get that strong desire. yes, working in my herbal garden down on my dirty knees, along my years of collected rocks and maybe a little moss in the trees. i'd like to have a little pathway leading straight out to a field- where i can take my checkered blanket and have a simple meal. do they have spanish moss in new england?
i still want to live on a cobblestone lane where the street lamps are more for decoration. i want the big shady trees to drape over the sidewalks and streets in some spooky-like, yet romantic way. i wanna hear the little church on the hill ringing the sunday bells. i wanna watch the group of teenage goth girls in the cemetery practicing their halloween spells. i want to have that huge antique light fixture in my dining room again, the one that everyone who comes admires. then i want to clean and polish that old fucker whenever i get that strong desire. yes, working in my herbal garden down on my dirty knees, along my years of collected rocks and maybe a little moss in the trees. i'd like to have a little pathway leading straight out to a field- where i can take my checkered blanket and have a simple meal. do they have spanish moss in new england?
