These past weeks have been insane. Literally insane. When I left the funny farm many years ago I had hoped that I would never have to deal with it again. Untill I met a boy from the prairies who stole my heart in a matter of days and took 2 weeks to break it.
He showed me what happiness can be like and that not everyone here is cold and desensitized. He taught me that sex is sacred and that music heals better than time. And that sometimes you gotta sing like theres no one listening.
My prairie boy is going home. Im left in a errie post-psychosis calm that makes me think that everythings gonna be all right.
Happy trails prairie boy, happy trails.
He showed me what happiness can be like and that not everyone here is cold and desensitized. He taught me that sex is sacred and that music heals better than time. And that sometimes you gotta sing like theres no one listening.
My prairie boy is going home. Im left in a errie post-psychosis calm that makes me think that everythings gonna be all right.
Happy trails prairie boy, happy trails.
It's starting to seem that way in this city, isn't it? Call me old-fashioned, but I think a little sincerity & compassion goes a long way.