Friday, July 27, 2012
Night feels late in the year
These snapshots are at my worse. The nagging moments where I am holding back falling apart. Maybe even the rowing moments where one looks up and thinks this being? With sharp moments of perception that cut at the softness of letting yourself be one of the crowd. The times you think I happier just being a scarecrow in the field, unexamined and content to be apart of the place. Worry is like a worm that gnawing at the strings and I don't know what I'll be when they break.