hops from sunset to sunset; in between, an old dream of freedom and a numb face flattenend by the dusty winds. dust everywhere, im biting on it, its in the air, hanging lazily, blurring vision, blocking lungs, ready to catch a spark and throw everything back at us in a silly, silly, cheerful explosion. get drenched; it's easy to miss everything if the world is big and blurred by the sun, and little details scream at you for attention. give them space, for now, and feel again when all returns.

you should have seen this when you were still high