my body is telling me it's summer because the vices i stored so destructively over the winter have begun to thaw and ruin the soil i walk on. muddy feet aside i can't help but notice my mind is in a different place than my body.
SO tweed, ontario: i can now admit that only once i had closed the door myself, did i realize that you held my heart all along. keep it.
your shore lines constitute my body and being as well as the confines of my skin.
and now that is all past;
here's to a new beginning, i wonder if i will spoil the end.