Allergic thoughts stream through attuned apologies; frictionless fingertips expel the chaotic empathic brows of History. Dreams fade in and out of butterfly wings of gray ash. With an abundance of billowing pink, boring blank pages into the distant aura.
Concrete memories surround acres of black attitudes and today, we speak two-fold sapphire remedies. Sought in sullen blue skies, the roadside mimicking long, lost thought, and sometimes, I stand within the breathless wind speaking your favorite song.