take my hand and climb with me…

thirty degrees: ‘only separated by a few degrees…’

Tuesday Morning ~ Everlast


En route the airport, a prodigal son. Words on a wall (in Woodstock) whisper:


you are always with me


All ways. Strobe light streaked, night as a witness. You&me. Threaten flight. Cash in the plastic. Make a new life. Routine rooted, we stayed. Grounded. Our dreams, in flight. Drove past departures. And back to the city.

Little too scared to ride the lightening…

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This entry was posted on October 30, 2012 by in Spring and tagged , , , , , .


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