Tuesday, June 8, 2010

in times of sunshine and quiet I think

there are certain truths we come to learn

there are hammers and gears and plenty of unspoken reality

a cadence down a windowpane

it's no secret that there's too much right now and little of it good.

you have no room for sadness and mine is figuring out how not to call

i've been stockpiling letters and words.

and song lyrics scream, "you give me miles and miles of mountains and
i asked for the sea"

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