Contra

breathe in the smoke, they won’t know. it’s the cares we lose that teach us when to leave and where to go, space to roam where the air is clean, the breeze easy to hold encase it all in case it falls it falls. I CAN;T SEE where the water ends but I can see how it turns and bends. I can’t see where the water ends but now I see the ways the waves push against. breathe in the smoke, they won’t know. it’s the cares we lose that teach us when to leave and where to go there’s space to roam, so roam.