tell me.

tell me again.

tell me everyday a million times until it makes sense and is fair and good and didn't happen.

look what I found, now that I posted that:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/78993837@N00/4992500462/sizes/z/in/photostream/

still tempt me.

It's times like these. In the middle of the night when I'm tired but restless and the moon filters across the floor that I wish I had a huge house to rattle around in. All by myself. Just me and the silence and the settling and the night. And maybe someone to run across. Sometimes. Maybe.

And will I take the calendar down from my wall without ever having turned the page?

I want to dive up into the sky and splash around for a little while and then just float and look back up at the earth and all the trees pointing down at me and all the people laying looking right back up at me.

old thoughts.