hush hush my darling we live in the wind 

and I’ve told you before it’s the curse of where we’ve been  

humbled and worshiped like the day is anew 

and we’ve tumbled to sorrow and hidden from view 

and sometimes we sing and we dance in the rain 

because water will help make us brand new again 

and I hope that this city will make your heart slow 

and the seeds that you plant will be good and they grow 

and I hope for a second you exist in a moment 

and unlock your brain and get free from it

 because I’ve already forgotten my life until now

 I’ve been too busy looking for something more sound 

there’s supposed to be a bang when you get to where you are 

but that’s the problem the quiet it lives in the dark 

so I promise for now I’ll sit in this place

 make use of the darkness and show my own face

 for the seconds are moving whether we like it or not 

and the things we should remember we already forgot. 

A Short Conversation is a collection of stories, thoughts, and general musing. I like to write like I'm slamming a door; loudly, and with purpose.

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