Houses in tall grass. Another one shut down, the mines. Boon of pride, swollen like a tick caught in your sock.
Winds blow through yesterday and are colder now. Ever wonder why some things aren't allowed?
Attention like reception, cut-down by the everything in-between.
The quarry used to be a swimming hole. Now it's just a hole. Memories are the only reminders worth remembering. The second hand embarrassment of a word mispronounced makes my skin ***** with goosebumps. Makes my hair stand on anxious end. Hope no fleas are underneath.
Stay at home. Stay inside. Stay put. Hole yourself up in your room. The chance is a drink you'll wake to regret. The mistake is in believing you know best.
What greatness have you achieved to give yourself advice? Everything accomplished within four walls you've lived in alone. Your whole life.
Houses in tall grass. Sleeping in dusty room. Tread softly lest you disturb the might-have-beens. The first step in succeeding is listening to the lessons.