That face does not remotely convey the anger it should.
Starting to think movement again. gather momentum?
Neither dark nor bright
moon rises and falls always
looking for its light
looking for cozy
sweet candy shell doesn’t melt
it’s not in your hand
“You were what I wanted; I gave what I gave.”
“You are what I want.”
“a road I crossed”
you’re not a good shot but I’m worse
and there’s so much where we ain’t been yet
so swing up on this little horse
the only thing we’ll hit is sunset