I am thinking about a song I have stuck in my head but I don't mind it because it's one of the most beautiful songs to me.
I have always preferred songs with lyrics about longing and desire.
I think that I've been searching for something to quell this wanderlust I've had for my entire life. But upturning stones in all these corners miles and miles away from each other have only yielded the dirt beneath them.
I've gone so far as to fantasize about variations of a life I could have on Mars.
I'm never gonna find anything. I'm not even feverishly searching for anything other than a way out of my own head fog.
The wind has always felt so good to me and I feel like I'm in love with it, for good reason; we have an affinity.
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The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze
I don't have a horse in your war games
I don't even really like horses
I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits