turned rowboat.

slowly now, you can't be too careful ya know? make sure that you don't let your guard down, make sure to stay indifferent. you know this same thing happens every time, and then it is just the greatest let down in history, outshining even the last series of sparkling tragedies. just be careful, okay? okay? no. in that moment there is no decision, no conscious thought. there is just her, while everything else dips and swirls like a swell off the eastern seaboard. she is the peace set into the middle of that eddy, she is the calm on the water. i have no choice but to grab absent-mindedly, a toddler in a candy store being constantly foiled by the glass of the display counter. obstructed. what is in the way? i have no idea. i have no clue. there is something, and i may not be sherlock holmes, but i'll be damned if i can't get to the bottom of this one way or another. more than likely i will just end up looking at the bottom of the bottle, pausing to think of the bottom of the barrel, the end of this case long forgone for thoughts less subtle. the storm is pressing the shore, blurry divisions drawn in the rain strewn sand. let's hope this over turned rowboat can outlast the sea.

listening to -
still fly - big tymers (still fly)
a hard rain's gonna fall - bob dylan (the freewheelin' bob dylan)
never had it - flobots (fight with tools)