citrus

i wrote a few weeks ago that i felt like the space between rocks and waves - the crash is natural.

now cannot be measured except by memory.
this is what we live for.



i learn to let go over and over and over.
a hundred lifetimes in a day


lyric excerptation (from ~ben harper, "diamonds on the inside"):

i need to sleep
but i'm too tired
i need to come down
but i'm too wired
when the sun comes up
i miss the moon
[...]
i still hear you saying
"all of life is chance,
and is sweetest when at a glance"
[...]
behind all of your tears
there's a smile
behind all of the rain
there's a sunshine for miles and miles
[...]
if you got a glass closet don't you throw no bones
there's only getting until the getting's gone
...
ya got to bring the funk
bring me the funk