Meredith_Farmer:
dreams be dreams
Meredith_Farmer:
no attachment to outcome
Meredith_Farmer:
it's so empty you could make somebody dream
Meredith_Farmer:
if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
Meredith_Farmer:
vast open skies
Meredith_Farmer:
sometimes, it's all we have
Meredith_Farmer:
Now the sky's a torn up denim and the clouds are just splattered paint
