Shiploads of thuya are what my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script is not laguage but a map. What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds. Jack Gilbert
i looked up at the sun and i could see the way that gravity turns for you and me and then i looked up at the sky and saw the sun and the way that gravity turns on everyone
The plan it wasn't much of a plan I just started walking I had enough of this old town had nothing else to do It was one of those nights you wonder how nobody died we started talking You didn't come here to have fun you said: "well I just came for you"