A bit more metaphysical this time. I'm not as unhappy as this makes me sound, just playing with the ideas. I hope you like it.
it's always warm here not like san francisco where fog enshrouds houses in the garden we pluck mission figs from the tree gooey sweet nectar my heart is ever temperate, cool in summer when will it enflame? beating in the past never fully in the now too slow to love well petrified by choices the world, unknowing, speeds past glimpsing love, we fail
Wishing you well, I am generalist