aproximation

It snow'd
As we drove home last night from the party.
It was the second type of party where couples danced salsa
And outside we watched
from inside.
Giant flakes of cloud.
Its really not so bad till the morning comes, when the sadness fights its way through the booze-and-people fog and slaps you awake.
Time for work.

Then I see lots of touches here
and I think of it like fire
hard to stop / hard to start

What will the future bring?
My eyes are too clouded to see.
I worked hard to get them that way.

I will stop now, save to offer my thanks
And my promise to try harder
but at what

Perhaps at the performance piece I am doing in Arpil?
In my hunter-orange full body PJ's I made