Be reasonable, mister, be honest, be fair

X: @catandwall

I will heed your words and keep to the straight path.

There are voids that aren't shouted. They are shared shadows that still warm the empty space in the bed.

Intimate working moment, with microphones and studio equipment visible around him. Just a glass of water. And like me....coffee.

Life got weird today.

I return to my first homeland. That era of Formica walls, mirrors, and display cases showing products with hand-lettered labels.

But oh that woman’s so wicked that I don’t even enter the fray.

Memory throbs. Pain reverberates through it.And their faint ticking seeps through,droplets upon the conscience. They wait in dreams.No one flees from the dream. Melancholic tale.

I could count every curl and blow through the harmonica over broken winds and loves that fell apart.

Walk and step into the sea of ​​tears made of letters.

Until the day I die.