And then there was today. In all of it’s violent upward motion. She said, “don’t wait for me. if you wait, you wait on your own station, looking toward your own horizon, expecting that train to pull in. But I’m off and down the tracks: 2 by 4 by 6 by 8…”
Dazed and Confused Magazine
THE STARS THAT ALIGNED, THE LIGHT IN THE HALF SLIT, THE BRIGHT OF OUR SKY, AND PUSHING DEEP INTO OUR STORM, WET AND DREARY.
A little and a bit. If we all shook and settled daily, would we know another type of exhaustion?
Face it, all.
BEEST AND TAYLOR. RELGUM. HAPPY SPRING HAS SPRUNG.