sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.

i get bright ideas in dark rooms
red rooster combs on our head
we are galaxies
a catipillar that got stuck
mr moth come quick with any luck
long walk in a dark house
a roman candle heart
keep us far apart

this is all too reminiscent of things past
every bridge starts to look the same
when they are just blackened piles of rubble
this is deja vu personified.

all full of love so much that my teeth are floating.

now.