contemplating the mess of things
contemplating the mess of things today i can tomorrow i'm working on it walking out in the wilderness of winter lose my sense of smell and direction face numb eyes…
i can’t
i can't i'm not going to be able to remind you to go if you've never been there i try and describe ecstasy but it comes out as poetry…
let the song go
let the song go release the rain song in progress okay to sleep instead slippery fish return or don't magic will be made over years not minutes this one darts…
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