8 august

pay to fly skies too high for recompense we bench alternatives and serve rivers of forgetting the living is easy but the loving is hard either scared or scarred but ready to jump is a wonderwhy throwdown the common ground we're brewing from is highly strung in even words the early birds and cattle calling so many fishes out to dry so many candles left to cry out for air sparing no wicked ways to stay life to burn brighter than a parachute is wide we hide in the air as we jump up eyes swallowing sensation the creation of a brandnew page with just a few errant scribbles there to start