skanks.

we're watching the leaves.

we're watching the trees.

we're watching the sky above, a river through the tree tops.

we're watching the drunk stumble in the city.

we're watching him.

we're watching the yards.

we're watching the clouds.

we're watching each other move away.

We're watching windows.

we're waiting.

Azure

I held in my excitement.

I sat and waited.

I no longer feel the need

if you have a need to, then you're missing the point.

it's gotta come naturally. it does

it still does.

Madrid, 1936

the bar was empty.

i didnt need company.

the smell is what i miss the most.

i welcome home with open arms.

for bleeding skies, and the sorrow of every cloud.

it bled on the alter, and i learned to forget.

the smell of fire, the rustle. the dark.

i missed it.

i welcome home now.

with open arms.

sleeping with both eyes open.

comfortable`