Changing

Clouds are gone
And there is some chill in the air
But I’m ready for winter to over
I am hot blooded
But a part of my soul gets cold even
The sun is a friend of mine
I wished it good night
After one hell of a sunset
The kind of beauty that sticks with
A beer and clear skies
I can pick out my favorite constellations
This is the peace I needed in my heart Changing seasons click with me
Draw me out some more

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March 16, 2018

Cogwheels, names, cycling.. because still equals death.

Probably, that’s projection.