Antennas to Heaven.
I know happiness is the road but I’ve been on the same one for years now. Yet to feel its pulse.
Intellectual conversation has fallen to its last drunken knee. May we step back and think. May we step back and wonder. May we look out our window and speak a thousand words about the foresight of climbing thought.
Stay far from frequency. It is too awfully aligned with troubles, yours and mine.
It’s funny to think about what I once was-
Because I can’t quite remember it.
In sanity is fallin’ down on my shoulders. Can’t brush it off- hope it works out.