i would wander like a cat, though ive been there, and, yes, ive done that. spent an odd season or two trying to be who i am, and i gave it up for you thinking this: as april dull-fades into march, my hearts on fire in the strangest ways the way i love you and you dont exist the way ive missed you longer than ive been. mother died on a black resin hill never thought id find you in a bramble, sent me home for the summer, black onyx pills. with me on the banjo and you your violin i played hell for a copper dime three different grasses blown into the wind caught every note in nature's time sunday morning settled me day-breaking found you hiding on the floor, with sleepy eyes and both your shoes when every night is made to travel, the longest road is not so far when april dull-fades into may mother brings it back to me with just a tin cup and a leather book a few strings were all it took i thought i brought you with me, touching down alone.
life is everything i ever dreamed... ...and in the dreaming i am found
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…