Apocalypse day eighty
The perfect blue
Watching the birds fly in and out and around
That little patch of woods
Flying above
Above the garage, the debris, the minutia,
How we all just learn to ignore being powerless
Apocalypse day eighty
The perfect blue
Watching the birds fly in and out and around
That little patch of woods
Flying above
Above the garage, the debris, the minutia,
How we all just learn to ignore being powerless
I’ve missed your daily reminders. Even if I didn’t “like” them or comment on them, they have been a daily reminder. I get it, though, it’s a hard thing to maintain. Hope you’re doing okay.