geography (based loosely on the advice of dr. bai)
you�re sitting somewhere in between a blue and a rage, not knowing why but the spirits of the dead and the relationships past are too much to take double-teaming your dreaming state
the last time your smile wasn�t fake was when your family was intact and she was destined to become a part of that portrait or so everybody thought
but she was remorseless in her indiscretions and lives unraveled faster than the hand me down sweaters your grandmother knitted years ago when the basement parties and the quick fucks don�t take your mind off of it anymore is it time to turn and run away?
the map�s on the wall, pushpins pointing the destinations but you can�t outrun yesterday or last year, even on the most desolate highways you won�t lose your memories behind you on the twisting back roads geography is no replacement for coming to terms