14:11 pm
I think I'm coming down
with a cold, and it's making
me cranky and isolated.
Instead of going outdoors
I am surrounding myself with
old records, idolizing the soft
crackles of Miles Davis
and Simon and Garfunkel.
The windows are open
and my skin smells like the
grass I was sleeping on
yesterday.
This is for all of the noises
in your head, all of the voices
moving past.
Disjointed Weekend Mix
