when never again seems to be
about a day,
i have to believe
that i have become either really open minded,
or stubborn as hell.
considering the success
of the adventures that prompt this repeated promise
have been reduced to staggering
for miles
lost
on the mexican highways,
i have to lean towards the latter.
though the open minded side of me
considers the confusion
to be quite
a success.
no matter which i believe,
the falling sun always has a way,
of convincing me
to try
and try
again.
quite
the
spectacular
pusher.
s
u
n
.
.
.