I am tumbling through worlds and words. I cannot paint what I see in my mind so I try my best to write it down.
I am clumsy. I make mistakes. I am a mistake. Hop. Hop. 'Remember that song you used to listen to before going out on a Friday night?. How it could mean you would swim or drown?, There it is again, playing on the radio. But it is not yesterday, it is tomorrow. and it is gone'.
Hop. Hop. Hop.
Echoes and laughter, mania and sadness. Can you take my hand? Take me with you.
Let's go for a ride.