it was great to see you. you are gorgeous. although we only see each other so often i am thankful we are friends. be sure to bring yourself and your boy over sometime for drinks and movie night.
strangers conserve the light and date the easy oceans under their eyes. they are not fond of streams or rivers anymore. theyve moved onto clouds and minimal shapes.
cleaned the sheet and folded the glass make up into your lap. now the colors are drained of white and black. shaken the books of words. burning the slim metal that your arms create around my waist.
burnt the shell of noise and touch. now i want to stop the shores from receding and breaking against themselves. now the embrace of metal is what comforts my blue embers.
i dont know whether to make fun of you for having this song up or to give you a big hug because you and i both secretly know that we woud all totally have a roadtrip singalong to this. oh god i love how corny and great it is. anyway when are you moving into your own space? i may be back on the west coast in a couple of months and itd be good to catch up.
mend the shallow rows at my feet and squeeze the flesh between stomach into clay. been thinking about the sun lately and ive been staring into the light. one of these days im going to go blind. but i dont mind it will have been worth it. because you make it seem that way.
you write really good lyrics. i listened to your ep today ten times over on the long drive from santa cruz back home, and i was actually picking out stuff i liked. you are too good.
remember we used to watch that movie and dream about finding ourselves a william miller? you found one. dont fret tiny dancer. it'll all be fine. just make sure you pick up your phone--i've been trying to call you for a week straight.
