light that smoke

as i drove past a field filled with masses of tiny yellow flowers you sprung into my mind and haunted it for the 1 and a half hours back home. thoughts of the way you your writing and things used to be flashed on the back of a black canvas like a movie projection screen for home videos where is lightly fuzzy and pixelated [ my mind]the new generation of you filled my ears and i tryed to untangle the plated weaving strings of words that create that unique feeling which battles in harmony against the many diverse tunes

never fucking leave me
infinity on high =]
xo