You tower of daffodils telling me something, have my shoulder but I'm looking at my phone. I'm giving cold shoulder and that's fine because this side of me vibes more connected to you patchy flowers because sleeve's on my shoulder. (where I keep my heart) Early afternoon abstracts me dandy pants, shirt, hat finally/maybe always I'm listening even to daffodils urge alarming: time to rise Time to rise. Time to rise.
Comments
No posts