this time, it was different. this time we didn't get lost in an avalanche.. i was listening to you talk about your potatoes getting lost in your eyes i felt like i was finally done. it felt like home.. it felt real to me..
still swimming in the sea... lost under deaths overcoat.. WINTER! oh cold chill. first little saplings long for mojave desert sun and know not of whats to come. let the storms drench our mother let the wind help everything into its right place