sometimes i come here to write only for you; sacred words spilt on white when i’m feeling so blue. sometimes i come to here to mourn a love long lost to time and sometimes i come just to remember; that once you where mine.
quickly the fire truck jumps from its station clamoring into traffic disrupting its flow like a boulder sat in water the cars swerve and collect on the side of the road only to soon return to their stream the casual chaos continues and I wonder what it’s like to be able to go about routine when tragedy is occurring just up the river