aerosolinvasion

yet another update from the world of barren fields.
five months can seem like a long time, but then in others you can compare it to days when it was 8 or 10 or 12, and realize that you're on your way home to a girl in the city with plates of sushi waiting.
let's pray the clouds stay above us.



pretty lips and candle drips
they sing a song without the words
and make a beat of their own
violens, piano strings
strumming drums and other things
can't you hear my song?
my voice is all too loud
pretending you'll be wrong,
the parenting ocean's clouds