August 3, 2015

Like a Table

I'm not.
I'm not.
I'm not.
I'm not.

There was a guy that just had thumbs.

There was a guy who lived for music.

There was a guy that was the best of all.

There were afternoons that you just let go of.

There were evenings that were full of heat and expectations.

There were mornings piling up outside your door.

Nothing to do with Monday

Everything to do with style points

Tiles, clouds, other elements, journeys, agility

We keep trying to make the thinnest layer so we keep trying.

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States