Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Everything Was

I wrote tomorrow's post this afternoon.  But tonight. . . oh, everything slips away.  All that was. Tonight it sounds like this.

Did I hurt you very much?
Do you miss my gentle touch?

That's the way that it goes, 
That's the way.  

Fuck.  Try all of it (link).

And more (link).  


  1. Thank you for the links. This is sure some beautiful music!