breakfast in the afternoon.
I have to feel your weight
I have to feel your burden, your significance
I need your gravity to tug at me, to sway at my stationary being
I need to feel the effects of your totality
To look at your face and be moved by your wildness, your familiarity
I need to gather your emanating waves,
Swallow your salt water and be moved from within.
Oh, to be in Paris tonight.
dead flowers.
polaroids.
an evening.
Pretty Black Chains, Norman Music Festival
Other Lives, Norman Music Festival
Norman Music Festival, OK
