The more I live, the less I write
The more I remember, the less I record
Thank you, friend
For bringing my words to life
You’re tomorrow
Chipped paint on a Civic
Twisting roads to nowhere
Windows down
Hot air burning my cheek
A song that I can’t remember
But know all the lyrics
The most beautiful meadow
Next to a gas station
Dirt between my toes
Hand touching clouds
Mouth dry, throat sore
Keep going
Keep bringing
All of yourself
I can’t describe love
Only feel it
Turn the page
Blank
Mind
Empty
Ink
Runs
Out
Side
Good
Bye