your voice is hidden in the cracks of leaves humming in the tires of cars overtaking this bus the ocean overtakes our conversations and drowns you out (i did say this would happen) this time i will be better. i've had experience but im frozen on the pavement gawking at the water again, every year it fucking catches me i hide myself, waiting for something i feel righteous noticing these details this year i swear i'll tell you about it
just as soon as i get up








