rent a wreck.
You never knew why you felt so good in the strangest of places. Like in waiting rooms and long lines that made you late, and mall parking lots
on holidays. There are no bad words for the coast today. When we hold our breath until nothing's left, it all starts to fade. We can see the stars from where the birds make their homes, staring back at us. Indifferent but distanced perfectly projected endlessly, it's so fucking beautiful. There are no bad words for the coast today. Then you ask what's a palisade? And if we're too late for happiness?