whether we can survive that early or not.
cold seeping through the clothes we wear
backs turned to the wind.
we want the easier way out.
i'm surprised because
even with the current conditions of everything
i still don't miss summer like i know i should.
countdowns don't matter
because in the end
we're not quite sure what we're counting down to.
open paths lead us to a town of somewheres.
1 comment:
You must be talking about your early morning commute to seminary Maya. I feel your pain! :)
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