6/25/16: Clouds
& It’s days like these, when it’s summer & it’s cloudy, I begin to think: Ain’t these clouds just like me? They’re all in the way. They’re in the sky, drifting in the wind, but then again, so am I. Living in the grips of compromise, I don’t do what I want. But if I could, I would fly (...I’m not sure what the hell I’d do, but at least it’d be whatever I wanted...)










