The Cut is looking rather on point this evening…
But, like anything you plan to adore
you need to be patient to see it right…
Just don’t stare too long.
Then it gets really real..
Takes shape.
Affections need to be balanced…
I had a dream last night that doesn’t make sense anymore…
A kiss on the neck.
Hair pushed behind an ear.
Revealing earrings that tell stories.
I woke up and
the world smelled like lilac for a moment..
Moments are sunsets.
No two are the same…
They can take you where you want…
Places you don’t belong.
Trees you shouldn’t climb…
Places you were tricked into going to..
The timing needs to be just right…
Or you get wrapped up.
You get stuck. It feels alright.
But it’s a definite threshold.
You can’t go back.
Then you have to talk about it.
Then too many people are talking about it..
Just stay home.
Stare at the sky…
Tell your stories to your kids.
You had a good run.
Do it all again tomorrow night…
Tribe Of Flannel 