Oregon loves too few.
Oregon loves just you.
Curse the rose, curse the rain.
Now two bodies, can’t start the same.
How our sun has gone away, there aren’t days,
there’s just different gray.
How can anybody only just sleep?
How can anybody only just leave?
Who talked to you?
Who’s in your ear?
Probably a better man.
Who’s probably got better plans
for wealth or success.
too many thoughts that i can’t filter into words. too many words to decipher what, of all of this, is truth. too much truth to settle for all these shades of gray. too much gray to conclude what i have learned. too many lessons i haven’t found the bottom to. too much time at the [...]
there’s not yet been a more harrowing journey than this one. with no end in sight, i still search. digging and cross referencing, sure that there is an answer to be had. a conclusion to be drawn. and here i lay in an emotional pit stop. sure of one thing, and glad to have at [...]