Hey now Virgo the things unseen Unsaid, unkempt, and happening Say beautiful things, things I can't wrap my head around
By Andy Russell7 years ago in Poets
Sense late on how life is deep. Traps of routine a crisis type feat. Like songs I hear shower me in shit. A dog wet of smell and living in fear.
About two months ago a friend of mine (who was also my roommate) told me he would be moving out by mid April. He was going to move back into his mom's place to save up for a while and then he would backpack across the U.S.
By Andy Russell7 years ago in Journal