so this lady at the store was all in a snit dunno why…
Category Archive: Postaday
A prickly bush on a trail, pebbles and stones falling as hail…
Everyone wants to grow, so great that they can show, how far they’ve gone…
there once was dude ish bro who questioned how colors row
thunder and lightning,
on a smaller scale,
but closer seems
bigger, weightier…
be still and know
that your heart
cannot literally
beat out of your chest…
theyre all high any mighty lording their stupid fluffy faces over us all
In the tunnel carved
out of leafy expanse
orange punctuates green…
my feet are alive,
breathing in the breeze,
free under an open sky…
had a golden retriever visit once was utterly convinced it was what was meant by the golden age in class
