On grand i stand tall
Waiting on 63
Dreaming of my hungover Owl
Waiting for your call.
I died on the beach, the old me.
The more i wrap my mind around it.
These eyes wake each day.
As cold blood starts pouring.
Glancing at all the snowflakes falling.
The heart’s search for wealth.My mind full of self.
St. Paul 2011
Listening to: Braids – Lemonade