Feb
4
2016
holding blue up to the sky
the way a tree holds up time for everyone to see
.
i ran on the side of the road to a place i can’t get back to
a stranger asked if i was lost
and i wondered how he knew
.
peace is always an illusion when the default is chaos
.
the red-winged blackbird wears his heart on his sleeve
and i follow his lead
.
regret is the stepping stone of forward
.
crooked is the path that gets you there
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