Writings from 11/02 to 3/05. |
12/18/02 The opportunity is there. I've got a girl and she waits for me. I just have to get a way down there. There's music in my head telling me to get down there. Get down there. Am I getting too far in over my head? I've gotta be smart about any move. Money's limited but it's there. It's ready for the taking. A clear beverage I'm not from making a decision today. This is winter as a spokesperson. I want to but I'm not. I know. I can't. But I can't help it anyways; I hate the snow and ice. I know the sun will bring me something. I'm sick of typing. I want to hear your hello. Pass the olive brance of peace that makes us happy or head for the hills. Ol' Grandad's drunk again. Without finances I dictate freedom. Besides windows, I do the wash. I just want to make it out alive. If there is really a conspiracy out there, out to get me, I'll call her Juniper. The Juniper Conspiracy. We all live and we try. Some do best and get snake-bitten when the past catches up. I played immune for so long. I can't do that and remember you. Please stay warm in a blanket drawn tightly; in a blanket that you don't need while basking in a big sun I don't see 'til the calendar pretends it's June. You get Florida all year 'round. I get it when I get to talk to you. All I want to do is escape the blizzards and reestablish myself within you. The cities blink solemnly when they count up the arrivals and the losses. I know when I'm with you and we blink, no matter where we are we'll see the gain. All I want is something better than now. And I know that when I'm there, it'll come. |