Saturday, March 8, 2008
piano fingers on a sleeping airplane
if i was sleeping beneath a pine tree tonight, i would wake up and smile at the stars for a second, before falling back to sleep. i wouldn't be thinking about anything that i am thinking about right now. sometimes the people just don't fill up right. and 20 feet to the north different things are happening. like dancing, or love. tonight my ribs felt like an empty bird cage, and i wanted to curl around them like it was all going to be okay, because it is, it will be. it feels good to talk about serious stuff and to kiss you on the wrist. that is the god's honest.