it comes in waves
oh come on.
not this
again. seriously.
these waves are getting old.
waters are midnight
drives to canyon country
and kisses on the mouth.
we are growing younger and
more estranged, but we aren't.
no.
we are growing more lost.
more frustrated.
more shiny silvery sparks on
the other. more alive more
alive
more dead.
this communicated a very specific, universal feeling, while remaining intimate and personal.
ReplyDeleteand i like that you stuck with one main metaphor. i should try that. hah.