Evening Blues

from 10.23.17

Lift the needle from your blue, blue record and wipe the warm tears dripping slowly from your chin to the page. Watch the drops melt the letters and curl the ink into a brand new story you could never have imagined. Ease one inch at a time into the evening—it was made for you. Wrap yourself in your own arms and don't worry that you're alone. Look up at the clouds and see all the colors of the day being poured like a thousand cans of paint over the edge of the world. The day is being dissolved into the endless ocean of time, but it will return tomorrow like never before.