when i was young i was a pooky little puppy. i was in love—endless summer. when i was young i believed in things people ideas true love. i saw black and white all the colors. i believed in perfection trusted feelings trusted long gazes slow kisses. believed in pooky books and valentines, letters filled with hearts stones polished in pockets late nights and long naps shared t-shirts. i believed in promises.
what do i believe in now? woof…