today I found a feather on the side of the road
it reminded me of the first time I belived
I was really grown
this feather was white with pale lines
It reminded me of being such a small
I heard this lie inside a teepee once
it was coverd in canvas
filled with nievity
and smelt like incents
when I list the things that were great :
I loved the shape of his brain
and his smile
and his perfect smell all the same.
I remember talking to a friend
or perhaps I was writting all of this down
I kept saying something like
" what a terrible day"
nostalgia can make us better people you know
then we learn from our mistakes.