16 september

flowers give color to the space and meaning to the scene but between there is wonder the green can't handle and a step that can't tide over - a stone that cannot roll too mossy - bossy feelings steal in and out of sense and mention so little of the logic - there's no accounting for numbers and the hunger to be better is a sweater that unravels when you walk away - i play the song too loudly and i'm proud enough to counteract the truth but useless enough to trend already toward ending