I gets weary, sick of tryin’
I’m tired of livin’, feared of dyin’
But ol’ man river
He just keeps
I miss the feeling of going somewhere and living a life expectant that tomorrow brings surprises and pleasures, sunsets and joy. Lately I have been collecting chestnuts and wearing a big check coat, sitting on a bench and staring at browning leaves and crisp blue skies. The change in seasons never fail me.
Napping under thunder. Nagasaki. Nanosecond. Nascent and nebulous future. Narrowing. Nude. Nectarine. Native. Nova.
Feels like forever since I last saw the ocean.
One of my favourite pastimes is having meals with women with dyed hair who love food (disclaimer, I am also a woman with dyed hair who loves food).