The wind, the cowl, the parts that remain

I remember the wind when it comes in gusts. If you only believe in one thing; it should be the wind. It is everywhere. It is cold. I almost fell over all day. The people downstairs play their loud music into the wind. I wrote this song away from the microphone and let the wind take it into the machine.

I hope you enjoy my first song as a husband.

A walk down into the creaking

little begins to become and begins again

Listen. I cannot stop. And. Will not stop. As long as we keep our hands within a grasp. Just for a second, breathe, and listen to these words, and listen to me, and let us be us. I love you.

little begins to become and begins again