i wanna hold em
like they do in texas
the springtime is the season
no matter how you died through winter, in spring you’re born again
out of order or sort of unaligned
i got good at saying “i gotta go” number one at saying “i don’t know” but from the stories i’ve heard you humans require more words
on looking up by chance at the constellations
“we may as well go patiently on with our life, and look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.” -robert frost.
How very simple life would be If only there were two of me A Restless Me to drift and roam A Quiet Me to stay at home. A Searching One to find his fill Of varied skies and newfound thrill While sane and homely things are done By the domestic Other One. And that’s just where the trouble lies; There is a Restless Me that cries For chancy risks and changing scene, For arctic blue...