Saturday, May 26, 2018

when you're a punk and a cannonballer

We lost count of the excuses.

I think again to call him but there's always the get what you want and find you don't want it. And that's not good for anyone, or it is for a short time and isn't that okay. Everything forever is a lot of pressure, isn't it.


The pickup is within a forty mile range, and I just worry about the first fifty he's going to do and shouldn't I be there with him.


I didn't hike today and nothing got in the way.
But I found this.



Today I am grateful for time and music.





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