Circles

Roseville CA

Description

So then sometimes when you sit down three o’clock rolls in and Suddenly this beating heart is right in the middle of all good things And hope flies in on it’s very own wings Begging for a sort of answer Or at the very least the respect of time spent wondering Did it always fly? And the heart with absence was Some sort of misinterpretation Because does a heart lie? Or is any demand shortsighted We ask for answers to be stones As if we could throw them like rocks at that which offends wisdom In and of itself Wonders Evasion is the birthing place of pursuit and desire Or is it the other way around? Circles are where black meets white indistinguishably