A beautiful place, the lights go off when I’m on the street so let’s dance on fallen leaves gem from a broken rock we are copper in the sun in the sun
locked up thoughts on paper in the white walls of my head possessing actuality this voice it directs itself to me
as if it was written for me past, present, future, full directional we dream our hopes, our plans, our schemes cover over me, quiet the places of my mind Hollow out the rind begin a life