follow & feel.

I don't wanna feel this small.
The days are much too bright and the nights are much too long.
I throw my words against my wall.
And we just have to move along.

Move on and on and on and on and on and on.

i watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms.
and from here they can't see me stare.
the stale taste of recycled air.