Give me some space, you’d say, as you grasped the glass neck of your kryptonite
How your eyes fogged, fluttered, floated, like buoys in the night
Wet Brain
W
Full Throttle
F
You can hear the hesitation in my laugh, as I have yet to release the clutch even though we are idling at 1
Crash Course
C
Seagulls camouflage in the overcast
Wheels Up
W
My eyes had glossed over at this point as our memories scrambled in my mind like a combination of letter tiles that'd make for a horrible game of Scrabble. Absolutely nothing made sense.
Rest(Less)
R
How powerful it is to hold onto memories...