i am of these people. this is my home.
take the words of your inside voice for sacred. a path. the beauty of the world is maddening and the air is sometimes clean.
mortality crept up on us this weekend. humans, be them fallible, will all one day come to an end for all of us. the fact that it has not yet come to us is a good reason for music in the park.. buckets and guitars. pretty girls dancing. children dancing. old men dancing. dancing is the opposite of dying.
**either witches or gypsies. but we don't know fuck all. but we don't know fuck all.