Fyres-Descent

afternoon thoughts of copper and sunshine. I want to dance the ghost and love a girl with red hair and freckles however you love a girl with red hair and freckles. slow dance, slow dance, moonlight clichés we are all hoping, secretly, happen outside the movies. now we can be better than actors. and these things are the things I sing to myself with the windows way down, driving over the burnside bridge- that "made in oregon" sign standing there, effortlessly iconic. the way I know now love is from the outside, even without that red light only on in the winter. I am waiting for snow, I am waiting for white flakes in her red hair. simple th