and we became glass somewhere past the lonely ghost town the day grows long and reformed stitching alms to our conscience like tiny red buttons with eyes … i have a new appreciation for the moon what it whispers into the dark with the humility of a stillborn sea i cry for the butterflies all that i cannot explain through the feathers or shout from a thousand rooftops for the future just may be on assignment from the skies after all … i met with death yesterday and i surrendered without hesitation to the rivers in the road i’d like to believe my ears but it’s clear that they’ve lied to me before we made our peace before we ever danced across the stars and i wonder if it’s right to wonder what was left … (there’s no “i” in lonely but there is a yell)
With All of my Love,
Jules
Wow. Thank you, Jules. Just had a personal revelation through this!