My friend, the Emu.

seen from Bolivia
seen from Japan
seen from China

seen from Japan
seen from Puerto Rico

seen from United States

seen from Russia
seen from France
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from Russia

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Sudan
seen from United States
seen from Germany
My friend, the Emu.
My eyes burning holes in your old pictures
If I were to be honest, even though I was totally & completely in love then, that fleeting moment of realizing the impermanence of a love eventually lost was enough for me to deal with her confronting me about cheating. It wasn’t that I saw it coming or anything, but I had already crossed those roads in my head from years of self-doubt. I swear she only got angrier the longer I remained calm & the more obvious it became that I had made the naive mistake of believing in love again. How daft I was... and I’d say I’m smarter now, that I’m above such a fool’s errand, but my heart longs again. It had stayed quiet for much longer than expected; even while many attractive people passed through my life & some even gave me attention. It always happens randomly; you never expect your heart to yearn quite so badly after building walls up around it, but somehow it never matters. Love always wins...or at least until death or we part I suppose.
Florida is something else entirely
I am a mattress abandoned in the green mountain national forest
I’ve got paper skin & I should know ‘cause I’ve been tearing it up at night & anytime my hands get idle I’ve got a hollow heart & you should know ‘cause you’ve been stealing pieces anytime you think of me & feel the need to call but I’ve never picked up the phone so what makes you think that I’ll start now