ya ya

rollings

remember when we would create?

yeah, I don't either

I don't remember much except for fanfare on riverboats
random earthly flagstuff scattered like display

alas we were barely in whatever can be a shot
ear, whiskey, a
wait

we were what was called john barleycorn in love
(or so it's called by name)
what i don't have is what you don't have is
a good fly and a smoke
, away

justam

It’s not hard to remember the floating mood
of love, or the birth, bounce, and idea born
what’s painful is the realization that
the belief that any of these rivers actually led to a sea
that the waterfalls actually fell down
past the rocks to make it to some destination
now I don’t believe that things fall all the way down
hit the ground, land on land
somehow, they just don’t make it there!
it was some kind of illusion and
it’s painful to be pulled into the current
painful to wake up from that feeling
and
remember that it’s not a kite anymore
it’s not a raft to ride!
it’s a cool pool, but not an ocean
that’s the painful part!
to remember there was once hope
but now there’s none
truth came out
there’s no door
there’s not even a window
there’s no plane coming to the island!
the potion is just a vivid dream
and one inevitably wakes up
rubs the eyes
maybe blinks, squints?
it’s not hard to remember the feeling
it’s lovely
it’s just hard to ignore the truth that
there won’t be a sequel

rollings

I love it