it’s the same old story… you fit so comfortably in the category… of the follower, a complacent allegory… you believe it’s all good and fine… you don’t need to step over the line… you’ve got others to control your mind… no questions asked, you easily conform… you stand in single file and proudly wear that… Continue reading “number 62”
Month: June 2020
“jasmine fresh”
the smell is familiar, it brings me back to childhood… i can’t recall its origins, although it’s stuck in my mind… i can’t recall it’s meaning, does it hold any importance in my life?… wooden frame and steel strings, finger bleed… papers clutter the surface, so much i can’t tell… baby blue ceramic catches the… Continue reading “jasmine fresh”