this moment is now and we are.
this is the moment that is happening, we are heading into madness.
darling this is not like you promised
and you will probably rewind me.
all alone and then into represented remains. like the moment and alive. things with us seem like rain passing through the night. you are a blaze in the morning lightning, so loud and I can only whisper.
but this morning still has meaning, and there is nothing more compelling.
walking along old tracks and painting words on decaying walls.
there is another coast, this ocean and the same I hope.