the feral tones of ventilation harbored the vessels of legendary hope. yet each excursion inward became as futile as God in the eyes of the mortally rich. i wish with all of me that i could undo the ties that have bound us to this rotation. it would be nice to see some beauty that wasn't spun out of control. if i was siddhartha i could stick my tongue into a river. if i was allen ginsberg i could taste new york in the air of my lifetime. if i was any of you, i could laugh through your eyes instead of my own. when a tree sways, think of us. like a tidal breeze that smells of sunlight and soft grass. elation in the simplicity of these dying thoughts.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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