A Little Bit About Home
The sun set on the wrong side of my bed today, now I can't open my eyes. The paper boats we built that summer day, prayers written on their sides, wound up on the shores of my mind.
Or Foreshadow, whichever you prefer, I answer to both.
The sun set on the wrong side of my bed today, now I can't open my eyes. The paper boats we built that summer day, prayers written on their sides, wound up on the shores of my mind.
Because more often than not, when we lose our words we find ourselves in someone else's..
Sometimes I wish I could understand a bit less and be aware of a lot more. Like a dog who doesn't know math but can use it, or like when you sit by the sea, on your own, and you stop asking questions.
Life is a collection of random events that our minds try to make sense of. It is an accident in the disguise of a design..
Once upon a time there was a tree and on that tree there was a blue jay who would not sing lonely songs because the tree was always there..
It only existed in childhood and movies, everything runs by faster than I can look..
Look at the World unwind under your feet and wish it could slip Away untouched..
The sky settles on fading feathers the color of fallen rain. The day is stone, this is how I know it's not summer..
I heard the train. It must be part of the place where swallows dress in amber. All birds are shadows and coal when I look out the window, and there is no train..
Sometimes it's so tempting, to step into the clouds, and sometimes we forget that when we do, we'll fall..
You say you can give me the whole World. I say: thanks, but I only want a kiss..
The thing is, if I were a pelican, fishing would be kind of fun..