On the Volatility of the Mind

It seems too late to turn back now the frozen lake was thirteen hours I'm never going to read your mind there's always something I am never going to see inside and all these towns say prices for the coal will fall away in summer The frozen lake, chai

I told myself it was a riddle that way I felt not in the middle of a caravan east and a rattling tyre I hurt my hand on those stinging nettles and we couldn't find where you put the kettle there were frozen leaves stuck to the metal and wire When it

I woke with a start, her hand on my head I didn't know I could have been dead and under the knife I decided that I would make an observation on the volatility of the mind Cause Henderson's gone, he took up a place in the brochure he'd shown me at the

I left that ring on Draper Street I let it fall on a crowded seat and someone knelt there on the ground and bent down to slide it over Our place will last till Christmas Eve and my medicine helps me to breathe but when it comes to spring and the days