"Sunday's Vent"

....Glass Heart with onion eyes in a coastline drive kind of mood. Solo held Pinot noir and cassette tapes with Love songs recorded by a teen crush, as an homage to what they once felt for you; spin on repeat, switching from A to B, B to A, like inconsistent pupils. Windows fully naked, "All pulled down," thinking and searching for answers in the wind, but the drive would make much more sense silent because the noise of everyone else's world is a bit too distracting. Confused and unable to think over the thinking, pre rolled Marley's zipped tight in a zip by a friend from Paris one summer back in Pitts, now consider being lit as a means of trying to escape from the emotional mess....."This is Sunday's Vent."