most of us go to our graves with music still inside of us...
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
everything in between
when the day comes that the sun runs out of batteries:
i will be sitting cliff side on the far away limits of a distant village. heart heavy. control of my breath like a cricket. laughing at the nothingness of things. shifting my bare feet on the rocks and sand. questioning nothing. talking to the cardboard cut-out moon. counting the bones in my back without touching. half awake. wondering how strange it is that i ever worked a day in my life. counting seconds on a clock with no hands. tossed into the wind the thoughts of everyone ive loved.