I’m sorry.
I like to think life moves in cycles, and that justice is inevitable, though we may not always see either.

It’s beautiful

One can’t exist without the other

I’m starting to think it’s not the words, but how they’re misplaced

sanguinary sky

I never find the right words

Boredom's in the bathroom shakin' out the loose teeth
Sally's in the stirrups claimin' her own destiny
And nobody nowhere understands anything
About me and all my dreams, lost at sea