bring me water for the flowers growin out my mind
- ms badu
Let Down | abhi///dijon
remedy for the restless
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
- E.E. Cummings
I’ll meet you there.
when the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’ doesn’t make any sense."