The Fitzgerald of three years ago still feels so close,
But somehow everything found it’s way back to me then.
I picture the mind like a bottle and stopper sometimes. When it's contents are filled to capacity and the skull feels like a shook-up soda bottle, I choose to remove the stopper and let thoughts pour out onto paper.
The Fitzgerald of three years ago still feels so close,
But somehow everything found it’s way back to me then.
“Rhythmic Bopping speaks languages
That English and Energy share a stake in.”