

let goLet golet go
Slow Slow Slow
and I thought I could make my way through this time really; what did you want from me last night
with your late night calls and lingering words that push themselves in-
in in in
in he goes
and out I come for this is what we seem to know
and I’ve been chasing his star
for much too long and this is how I let go


The TravelerShe grabbed my hand and began walking. Her quietness seemed alarming at first- like this stranger might be more foreign than I first imagined.The Traveler
But as misted moors turned into desert roads, I knew she had a plan.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked. “Where are you leading me?” she replied.
I knew my mind well enough to realize that this was going to be a long journey.
“To the mountain.” I said. “She’ll be waiting.” she replied. I saw the spark in her eye and felt an overwhelming warmth. And just as surely as I felt the strength of her hand before, she was suddenly gone. But


Sunseteight empty chairsSunset
and a setting spring sun spraying violent crimson tonight for once this emptiness is so much more than just the space between us but it's taking over the heart that I sheltered so well and your voice of distance guarded uncertainty i'm sure you know i hear. go to Her. She's taken. you're taken. I'm taking this out of my pocket for you this very last try at figuring us out the sun is setting on our hearts tonight.
how is life in london going?
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Two-headed boy puts on sunday shoes.
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get some colours on
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Selda Baskaya
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