i always write like the world is ending, & i / know it's not. the train tracks / have to end some / where / place / time. this was / never a bad time, never a bad / place to lie. i hope this can still be / where the wheels screech in / a circle instead of a line, / where w e are all it will spell / out, & we will always be / the safest / easiest / best bridge to cross.
a/n: wrote this a year ago for a bday
