hand-in-hand
I've been known to push smoke up two hills, a place where rattling bone is set still and there isn't a breeze for six miles on all four sides of me. It seems a thundering summer this year, much more than the last one, and to live so close to a swollen creek - I know it makes you sigh. I've lost count of our days and my weightlessness has tipped the scales, but I remembered to forget a lot of lead memory. Lead is heavy, and we are not.
What day was it when I'd ripped out all of the pages of my dictionary?
I've recently come to the decision that I want to hunt birds, and before that I wanted to be a magician, and before that I just wanted to sleep. It's funny how things wake you up. Things like cawing, squaaa's, and love. Pecking at your heartstrings in high-feathered hopes that they pluck a song you finally remember to hum to.
I think it was November when I fell in love with you.
I get stuck into pincushions sometimes, for hours on end doing nothing but staring and thinking. I am clawing at dirt to either dig for something, or scratch a picture for us to grin at.
What day was it when I'd ripped out all of the pages of my dictionary?
I've recently come to the decision that I want to hunt birds, and before that I wanted to be a magician, and before that I just wanted to sleep. It's funny how things wake you up. Things like cawing, squaaa's, and love. Pecking at your heartstrings in high-feathered hopes that they pluck a song you finally remember to hum to.
I think it was November when I fell in love with you.
I get stuck into pincushions sometimes, for hours on end doing nothing but staring and thinking. I am clawing at dirt to either dig for something, or scratch a picture for us to grin at.