let’s grab our shit and go

all I hear is the sound of traffic—
cars whooshing past…
right here, 
my little window to the world lets it all…

If we follow this path

If we follow this path

Separating us from sight

I hope that you know I always wish your road to be paved

Easy into easing in the chaos

home

home is where the ceiling’s cracked
from years of dripping raindrops
pale stalactites 
sharpened…