It’s not that there were ever bad intentions—
it’s more that we forgot where to call home.
From important things that we don’t know to mention,
it’s the uniform that we put on—the formula we have for love.
"Birds" - Deas Vail
I'll say it: I hate the desert. I hate living in a world that is stained brown, dehydrated from all things green, lacking seasons, snow and color. However, on days like today, I find some strange and absurd love for it. When the world's pushing past you and all you want to do is go sit, drink a Jones', and let your thoughts have a 30 minute recess from engulfing your brain completely in unproductivity.
It's days like this when I can say I'm grateful for this barren wasteland.