Are black clouds swirling above my head? Are birds and butterflies? Can you tell when I'm angry? Does smoke spew from my ears? Wouldn't that be easier? If we were animations Alive and fictitious Right there Before your eyes I reflate after every defeat Arrive safe and clean and unbroken Back in my bed the next morning Nothing happened Wouldn't that be easier?
write everyday or brilliant thoughts will fly from your head. it'll be an airport, everything passing through never stopping for a quiet conversation about love