Is this house big enough to be a good host?
Is this tender space still haunted by a fragile ghost?
What's the fixer for this quiet superstition I'm in?
What'd you mix in this elixir 'cause it tastes like heaven!
Am I slurring all my words absurdly?
She said "Baby hold me 'cause the things you say are making me worried!"
"Here we go! Deep into the unknown!"
"Hold my hand! It's part of the master plan! If this is the end, thanks for being a friend!"
May 23rd was written by Treis Heitsch.