Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.
In the blue hours, I am free from myself.
I think maybe I’ll keep chasing the life long high 
Of an overworked mind forever.
Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.
In the blue hours, I am free from myself.
I think maybe I’ll keep chasing the life long high 
Of an overworked mind forever.
When I was very little, my Mom took me on a trip to Arizona. She was strong back then, a long-time hiker just like my dad was when the two still knew each other.
My mind trailed off on a summer day
Through the hot sappy forest,
Off the road until it met the sand.
I woke up in the golden sunny ocean,
And decided I might stay awhile.
art is love and love pushes through.
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