Can We Talk About The Stars?
It’s like our days are spent driving down State Highway One and I’m too shy to ask to stop for ice cream. I really am over-heating and the window won’t wind down and the music won’t turn up and the road will never, ever stop.
It’s like grafting grains of sand onto castle walls and hoping to halt the ocean.
It’s like sunbathing in a thunderstorm. Expect there’s not really any…