...sitting at the dinner table I can't seem to figure out what I'm feeling. It's been almost 10 months and yet this aftertaste remains. Knowing that moving forward was done before the end came...
Like fresh ogo from the ocean and the smell of Ironwood needles. The horizon; overcast with cumulus and calm winds reaching out from the south.
Still I can't figure "it" out.
Still I can't figure "it" out.
-Dreams of people I have never met.
-Ideas and no outlet.
-Cool night air.
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