Tuesday, it looked like it was going to rain. The mermaids had planned to come aground and play. But as the best of plans get laid, the sky stayed dry, but it also stayed grey. The kind of grey that comes with age, and so sadly, we had to find another way to be depraved.
You said that you would do one thing, but instead of doing anything, not even with apology, you make it your policy to do nothing at all. You do nothing at all.
Perhaps it was a little absurd to take a wildflower for its word. It was my mistake to take away that nature always made something pure. I don’t know anything about wildflowers.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
