the woman disappeared into the house and returned with a guitar. she handed it to her husband and together we made music all night.

i think they call it the 'thousand-mile stare'. its a distance in your eyes when you are elsewhere. it numbs your brain and delays you a moment too late to laugh when appropriate. it smiles without teeth and does not get nearly enough sleep.. takes away your appetite. its the light at the end of a long tunnel suddenly closer than you first realized. somehow things all seem to be connected and the fabrics of life have knit themselves into a complicated and beautiful tapestry. complicated from the beginning. complicated from the beautiful eyes i've seen and complicated all the way through the madman i saw in the street last week. puts a smile with no teeth on my lips, this story is getting good.