If I try to think in this town

What's out there.

Crystal scones and mile stones.

Sorry it had to be you, Emily.

Deep in the woods, I see a promise land.

Because of the language.

Stuck in a real triangle, and I don't go out. I think about the world for a sec then hum hum hum hum hum hum hum.

A mess of things. Among things. And sort of, other things.

Van der Heide