from Walking home, Davis CA 2009. Couch on a front lawn. Lying down to watch the stars. Streetlights and trees filter the edges. Headphones drown out sound. Once in a lifetime bass line. Sensing an intersection. A familiar still feeling of solitude. Able to witness the quiet scenes. Past and future.
by Red Spiral
from Father Nightingale, Drinking Whiskey In The Rain, Like The Water Tower Preacher Who Took A Walk Out Across The Ocean; He Needs A Thousand More Oceans To Swallow Before He Finds His Egalitarian God
by Wings Of An Angel