arrange the fine sickness
that keeps this night young
pleading through this thickness of life
a slip in judgement
but there is always a top and bottom
the middle ground.
where we flourish.
where we disappear,
so we play fight
and kiss light
too much is heavy now.
About Me
- Sage Hagan
- No rush to yesterday I can't see tomorrow and the sky is more than enough for now. One day at a time