It’s valentines day, or something. Here’s a song about being alone.
Swimming through water,
And space. My hair is getting long,
And begins to flow. Again.
Or at least tries, as I.
Fictitious memoir of things
That have never happened, Sal.
I’ll speak loud again, someday.
I promise you I will.
I’ll see you again soon, brain.
Story line to a private mind: So I smash the glass, reach in, and turn back the hands- praying that...
So I smash the glass, reach in, and turn back the hands- praying that it somehow take me..
..to a place and time where life was living. Where senseless conversation and comedy were what we promoted. When beer came out of a kinney bag at 6, and we were in the bag by 9.
Bring me back to that…