it gets dark so early that if i wake up after sunrise the sun is a stale green traffic light-- the day is artificially short because i can't trust when it started and night seems like it could fall at any moment. today in particular the humidity kept things languid and hazy, clogged with laboured metaphors. and i had made the mistake of waking up too late. the one spot of clarity was mid-afternoon and the bells at the russian orthodox church, more audible because the windows were open. they were playing every serious song at once so that they all blended together and cut through the soupy air and scattered raindrops to deprive my doubts of a breeding ground, but only for a moment.
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