i am an image distorted through a water bottle, a hall of mirrors.
i am the spinning room in the berlin tv tower, my mind spins in circles.
i am mayday fairs and stacks of kerouac books and snapped piano strings.
guns in philadelphia and sex offenders prisons in california and cross-country trains, beachside paintings and maltese crosses and tiny picture frames.
i am old diary pages and drawers of letters and photographs kept from years before.
slowly, i am learning to let nostalgia lay down in the earth.
- Mood:
Doubtful - Listening to: strangers
- Reading: looking
- Watching: into
- Playing: each
- Eating: other's
- Drinking: eyes.
listen:
Tired
Distracted
