Published by Kersti in the blog Why are you here now?. Views: 74

Through a windshield and fat raindrops, she smiled at me. I didn't know her, but when she breaked at the intersection, she gave it to me straight, no chaser.
I was some girl on foot, carrying a carton of eggs.
I forgot everything bad and remembered everything that's good
She was young enough to smile more
Young enough to smile us all younger

You're standing below it all
Looking above your head
Finding yellow's place on a sunflower
That's what the best part of my day felt like
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