No more tumbleweed
No more uncertainty
No more neon unless it’s a cold beer sign
No more roads full of rage
No more inhospitable covered in glitter
I just see Red Orange
I just feel cool night air serenaded by cricketry
I just want to breathe you in
I just need the middle of everything
I just see fireflies…
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 