Part II: The Noreaster

another chapter is written in the book of out

lives another quill is broken clogged with the

same dead ink another chapter is written I think

we're going on twenty six it took a noreaster to

break the silence that night snowflakes fell as

big as golfballs foreshadow the mood for my

journey first was the flames shot out of a

stoplight the sky lit up there was an oak fallen

from grace in the middle of the road and we were

forced to turn around and you were there we

rolled down out window s we're climbing back into

whatever it was we fell out of you said we had a

falling out but now we're going to fall back in

you were late for breakfast.