The music was left with a phantom….just hearing it took me back to the drug fueled nights.we stayed up for a long time..it was ghastly. i’m not sure how i managed it but i suppose strength isn’t all about weights. a mandala of youth, free spirited actions and celebrations of ourselves. we made a ven diagram of our energies and mashed about the overlap
the colors amber glow, white bright, the shaking sun. carpet brown, walled white, chalky orange, neon blue
i discovered the bards infamy through these nights and i lost anchors as well. like i was driving some shell of myself and navigating highs…pushing myself through currents, drop in, reside, creep out
make sure to drink good fluids, have a salad, teleporting cigarettes, shrinking liquor, anywhere beer, where are we going
Its an eclipse of sorts that time, a lot of dark and a lot of bright and in the half time of a thought, i remembered nostalgia is spelled and felt differently than progression
....------.... 