Give a girl a good cup of coffee from the thermos and a walk on a cold windy beach and I'll show you someone who can almost forget everything and be a blank, clear and wonderful slate from which to move forward.
Then she'll come inside, warm up and forget all of the moments she just blankly experienced and life will come rushing back in a tide-avalanche and we'll need to start from scratch, I think, trying again tomorrow.
The ghosts came back. All I had to do was think about one of them, and he was there in a dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare?
How did you sleep? They ask.
Fine, I lie. And you?
Then she'll come inside, warm up and forget all of the moments she just blankly experienced and life will come rushing back in a tide-avalanche and we'll need to start from scratch, I think, trying again tomorrow.
The ghosts came back. All I had to do was think about one of them, and he was there in a dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare?
How did you sleep? They ask.
Fine, I lie. And you?