...bought worms from a vending machine...

...trees tower overhead of the shrine
wine and whiskey comprise walls
blessings are made/given - and we walk ancient streets, my sister and I
cold winds whip across the bay where airplanes land
dinner boats scrape the surface of the water cutting a silent white 'v' in their wake
I lean against glass towards the billion pin lights - stories float to me
before bed I listen to video games by the sultry red head
my mind comes back to you
not that it matters but for the truth
despite all of the experiences it comes to me so easily
and  it does not matter so easily...