Jude
it’s tough to be a dreamer when they don’t come true
Feels like your blossoming is overdue
Jude melts into her side like a particularly leggy jellyfish found stranded on the beach, boneless and brainless. It's not conducive to excellent stone-dropping technique but they can surely sacrifice a bit of speed now after the head-start the horse had given them. Feels like your blossoming is overdue
"Exactly. We're living it up without them," he assures, and punctuates it with the thunk of another rock hitting sand. It's almost as therapeutic as throwing ice. Almost. Not that he would know.
"In the spirit of forgetting about them, are you any good with nail polish? My maman used to do them for me, and I can only do other people's. I'll trade you?" If the way they hover against each other is an indication that she's just as lonely then Jude will take the leap. And if not, well, he'll still have painted nails to flaunt next time he goes to the bar.
Well there ain’t no use in crying, darling
Or so they say
Or so they say
