"heat of molten air" f* beautiful
i'm in that kinda mood - angry
with no real direction or reason
a moment in love the next not
and it has gone like this each
day - perhaps it's the day and
my past and how my past seems
to be doing so good but i still
remember the years - how the day
was just that a day, and how 2am
would come and go and the park
needed him to open so he stayed
now it's a job, a momentary stop
in his life, nineteen years & such
beautiful days to enjoy with no
one in particular - odd how it is
different yet oddly the same - a
momentary pause of hope however lite
