This corner of the earth is like me in many ways. I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers play. |
This corner of the earth is like me in many ways. I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers play. |
Missing a case, lacking a lid. |
And horses trot faster ’til sparrows fall down but you just fall, laughin’, to the snow on the ground. |
Under a blackened sun. Beneath a hunter’s moon. |
They try to hang pictures of perfection on every wall and every corner but the negatives fail to transfer to the final print. Defy the leader. Step away from the line. |