little me, happy tattoos.
dreaming of Texas.
only been there once.
wrote my best friend's number.
all over Austin.
Roy Orbison's face.
Like cypress on the hillside.
a feather in my hat.
a hair in my mouth.
wannabe winter.
makes me want real winter.
this is sub-mix inspiration.
repetition of fate's first gamble.
music and counting coughs.
and trying to believe in time travel.
tattle tales and honest poetry.
like dream songs.
a cup of coffee long.
tramp stamps at the post office.
while buying stamps to send anonymous letters.
to anonymous people from the past.
me? I am fine. just confused at the making.
I mean. I guess I am fine.
times negative seven.
never been good at math.
hate the sound of loud yawns.
moving on.
wishing for another parade.
so I stand in a river.
take a photo for Instagram.