southern breathes

she said, 'my soul needs this.'
this is true. i need to remove myself from this land, this location.
in one day i'll be in atlanta - sweet tea and southern hospitality.

it's all about speed. everything moves so fast.
this moment, i need it to slow down.
to enjoy. to relax. to heal.
to breathe.



oh, boy you laid
laid with me in the summer breeze
with pineapple trees
and bumble bee stings
we made it through the green seas

i could see you floating away
and away you went
into the waves
tipped me right side up

oh, boy you lied
lied and said it would be an endless line
finish line in a grizzly bear cave
and all the broken eggs
you never took your shoes off

now they fall
out of trees
the owls don't even need them
they all just lie
too quiet to make a sound