The cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you don't mind. You smile and say the world, it doesn't fit with you. I don't believe you. You're so serene. Careening through the universe. Your axis on a tilt. You're guiltless and free.i needed that. seven days on a southeast tour.
i feel rested. and ready to take on my work again.
and my life.
i'm sort of excited. and quite content.
I go home to the coast. It starts to rain I paddle out on the water, alone. Taste the salt and taste the pain. I'm not thinking of you again.
... and I've never been so alive.
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