June 2010
1 post
Clock Hands
So show me a map with no destination Show me a field with grass so high that I cannot see the ground Tell me to jump into a river that no one knows how deep Put ink on your arms that only you can truly read Take me on a walk in an undeveloped neighborhood To show me just how undeveloped we all are He wants nothing more than to be always there, On a rest between notes during a pause between...