Bella

Do we think of others, while howling down the phone, giving our friends a blub, prayers and frightened sinners, our thoughts get blown, along blue green rivers, drummers play and look above, parties where you feel alone, men search for easy love, spring throngs with winners, but you can only flow, or die by evening sunset, put your hand beneath the covers, seek for answers you don’t know, play yourself out of trouble, resist that guy’s guilty twitter, instruct your eyes say no, I mean, does the light trick us tells us where it wants to go ?