uninsulated
spring night. old house creaks. cold seeps in through the floorboards, smelling of jasmine.
spring night. old house creaks. cold seeps in through the floorboards, smelling of jasmine.
compare and contrast: stare into the flashlight, or shine it on the road?
crooked as it is what is it that keeps the spine as straight as it is?
windy as this night ain’t no tellin’ who is there hot, oh man, it’s hot
humans: we’re the rock- breakers. let’s own it, keep it simple, stick to it.