Here: I've forgotten how the lakes freeze over. How the cold wears you, how the snow strips us all from the same tree. How breathing is breaking through the clouds.
How I was never ready.
Strange, from above, how the white of the world is an iris waiting to erupt. There is so much turbulence and yet not a single vein brings blood.
How the highways snake like veins, how this is nothing like a car crash but a prayer to God. How I was crashing next to the sea. Sleep soft, sleep violent
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Here: I've forgotten how the lakes freeze over. How the cold wears you, how the snow strips us all from the same tree. How breathing is breaking through the clouds.
How I was never ready.
Strange, from above, how the white of the world is an iris waiting to erupt. There is so much turbulence and yet not a single vein brings blood.
How the highways snake like veins, how this is nothing like a car crash but a prayer to God. How I was crashing next to the sea. Sleep soft, sleep violent
