Blockade

Dream Safe.

Late at night when I'm making the commute from that street to mine and I'm coming up on the turn that leads to your house; I have to keep looking at the red light so my hands won't turn the wheel into your driveway.

I want to walk through your back door and down the stairs to your bed where I can just lay.

What keeps me from doing so is the thought that you may not be spending your nights there.

Flux

There is no reason.
Just black grass,
too much alcohol,
reality,
and my favorite songs that keep on repeat.


[Don't think]


Thank you for the advice.


I'm starting to get it now.