stolen sights and sounds

talking through someone else's words and seeing through someone else's eyes
January 4
…winter weather is not my soul, but the biding for spring… why’s everybody looking at me like there’s something fundamentally wrong? like I’m a southern bird that stayed north too long. winter exposes the nest. then I’m gone…

…winter weather is not my soul, but the biding for spring… why’s everybody looking at me like there’s something fundamentally wrong? like I’m a southern bird that stayed north too long. winter exposes the nest. then I’m gone…