there is this thing that's like talking except you don't talk

this is an old song, these are old blues

And bless you, and I deeply do
No longer resolute, oh and I call to you
But the water got so cold
And you do lose what you don't hold

premonition

i had a dream the other night about driving to williamsburg, and was awoken by my mom calling to tell me she was going to williamsburg. WEIRD RIGHT???

ghost

halfway between me
and me in the context of you