today I did not wear well.
Dancing with bottles last night has left a tumult in my head.
the heat and humidity encourages the lazy in me.
what songs I hear echoing when I wake?
the murk of something passing?
another veil. another life.
something leaving me behind.
I feel a vague familiarity with the trailing notes,
loading my morning mood with the sense
that I am displaced.
Dancing with bottles last night has left a tumult in my head.
the heat and humidity encourages the lazy in me.
what songs I hear echoing when I wake?
the murk of something passing?
another veil. another life.
something leaving me behind.
I feel a vague familiarity with the trailing notes,
loading my morning mood with the sense
that I am displaced.
