What is wrong with us? We are the same person; we clothe ourselves in shimmery, freckle-peppered skin, and our naked, arched feet wave to one another through milky bus windows -- and the greetings are always lost in transmission.
Even now, we are identical wavelengths, twisting through the mottled air to swirl between one another -- and catch in someone's throat on our way to separate radio towers.
It's something strange, and in my naivety and youth, I can't decipher what it is, but I'm waiting for God to take away our x-ray glasses so that we can see it clearly.
Even now, we are identical wavelengths, twisting through the mottled air to swirl between one another -- and catch in someone's throat on our way to separate radio towers.
It's something strange, and in my naivety and youth, I can't decipher what it is, but I'm waiting for God to take away our x-ray glasses so that we can see it clearly.
