finding myself in rest.

[radiodecay]

i couldn't find myself comforted in the white wash over bliss of the evening.
-or the afternoon.
so, i found myself in the cleansing of phil elvrum.
waiting for your simplistic cover up of missing me.
but, i couldn't help but think of.
what the air would taste like in australia.
or how well a kite would fly in the billowing air.
what my feet would feel like.
wet & dry.
on the sheets of your ever so comforting bed.
or.
waking up with the sun stretching my eye lids into the recovering bliss of:
a foreign country.
&.
and foreign state of mind.