a field of weeds and daisies,
where the heat and sweetness
rise together,
and the horizon is enough.
a field of weeds and daisies,
where the heat and sweetness
rise together,
and the horizon is enough.
Oh it’ll drop.
It always does.
turned to the page where I should be.
In disbelief He peered through His glass,
and burned a hole in eternity.
But the worst way is the way
you don’t actually smell