Jackie Clark

It wouldn’t have to be sunny It wouldn’t have to be anything else then just that It would really simplify my walk home at night, where every thought I think is some contrived line I repeat over and over to myself Words are always just replaced with new ones The pictures would never need to know otherwise

It wouldn’t have to be sunny It wouldn’t have to be anything else then just that It would really simplify my walk home at night, where every thought I think is some contrived line I repeat over and over to myself Words are always just replaced with new ones The pictures would never need to know otherwise

– Jackie Clark –

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