So glad I got to know you friends / Before I meet my final end
Supporting Max Savage and The False Idols, as well as The Wild Comforts. How fortunate I am.
Oh to fly.
The body is just a shell.
Sometimes the weight of my gratitude is so immense that I feel it crushing me into Earth.
Because I proceed about the world with the lethargy of a tortoise, and you with the swiftness of a hummingbird, it was always assured that you would outpace me and go ahead to smell the next flower or catch the next falling star.
Perennially hopeful.
You were an antidote I could only take once.
Sometimes, there are no words.
The odometer ticks over again for this temporary vessel.
From the sweetest wellspring, let us fill each other’s cup.
What is life / but moments in a line? / I do not count the moments / There is no grand design
