where the fog meets the sea. Where the ghost come to haunt and be haunted themselves. The Victorian house of my dreams with a circular room and a picket fence. Where I try to grow a plumeria tree but it dies of shock. To happy hauntings in this time of plagues.
Ha, I type this as it's still Summer. The last gasp of Summer. There was nothing Summer about this Summer. The silent Spring the nothing Summer about Summer. I dread the Fall. But at least I'll be here in a protective...oh, I had a word but it escapes me. Writing songs, counting my blessings, agonizing over sports, praying the rosary, talking to God, getting ready for the end of the world, and still being a barely vegetarian. I wish you peace and hope. I wish you blessings and good tidings. I wish you safety and safety and another dose of safety. Bubble wrap your heart, soul, and Brandon Carlo.
