You wander the alley reading poetry from the walls. Every word bleeds into the next, choking you, tears cutting through the cold exterior that you’ve been wearing for weeks now. Memories in the scratches and painted colors, coming alive, pulling you back into the past familiar, the broken heart recollections, the songs you once sang. I watch you from the end of the line, at the gate, in the shadows of all the barbed wire.
"I don’t need a better thing, I’d settle for less."
Patterns shift and change :: Flash Writing
If the Brakeman Turns My Way (live) :: Bright Eyes with Dawes originally from the album, Cassadega (2007) "I tried to pass for nothing, but my dreams gave me away."