12th April 2009
Post it note.
Pink, yellow, pink, yellow.
Swinging and swinging,
sunny weather and fluffy white clouds.
Do you hear the sound of the siren?
The feet of the man shuffle across the pink rug,
The familiar voices of the people inside are a whisper,
The familiar voices of the people outside grab my attention.
Stitch me up, feel my heartbeat.
Stitch the denim and cut the silk until you create a gift for someone special..