Portland

"I'm going to talk to a cold fucking god"

"Yes sir!"

"Doing it in LA. West coast is the best coast"

we’ll try

to runaway

to an unfamiliar place

making homes

in cold

hold you close

to my bones

 

little flowers

line a way to you

can you smell how sweet they make you?

I will follow

everywhere you go

any way to feel

how you glow

 

dive, align

in our paradise