You asked me for a penny today, with an angel-infested smile planted upon your face, to throw the glittering copper into a marble for an inconceivable child's wish. A wish your hopes soar too high for, yet live off. A space you fill with tossing pennies and chasing dreams into every morning. this is what places that angel-infested smile on your lips. So for now, just for now, I'll place this make-believe wish in your sweaty pink palms, so you'll smile again for me.
January 19, 2011