josephine and ginger root
I've been thinking that I've been thinking too much lately. Negativity is beginning to cluster at the edges of the page again and it's blocking my view of the words. There's a lot of shit going down, so put it lightly, and I don't like it. I'd appreciate it if the world smoothed it's wrinkles for a few.

In hindsight:
the air was mild
the tequila was warming
the way the wires crossed overhead gave it a landscape