Cords Wrapped Around My Toes

7.1969696969696969696969696969697 Miles High.

It looks as though a lot goes on up here, but we're not apart of it. Leonardo Da Vinci tried, Michelangelo tried to be apart of it. We keep reaching, but we can't get there. I try, I try every week to hang-out up there as long as I can. The silence must be deafening.

Jackson, MS.


n/p-iPod, Shuffle Songs

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