I could go on forever Flying on our feathers Looking down from clouds examining and watching seeing every human dot compromising and colliding relating with the concrete calling forth what they know and then:
change happens from calm and strong brains every single object and thought talks further of ambition the clouds move the heavens unlock it rains we get wet it is cold
FEEDBACK? It is like what I have been writing recently. I don't know for sure why, but I have not been fond of anything I have written since getting this new notebook. They have all been written quickly and seem very bland.