In spring, everything refuses to die. The shongololos curl up beneath the dog bowl to avoid drowning in the soils of their bed. I make lunch dates with people who have hurt me in order to not drown in the volumes of thought. A second chance, will always be second even if its eventually the 45th. I'm waiting for the weather to change A windstorm without rain That rips out any hides to crawl to That takes anything that would need a second more. To take it far far away.