its so cold ugh i havent been dumpsetring or uh painting in way to long i wish it was fall again {i wish it could be fall forever) so it would be nice enough to bike lond distances reading Recipies for Disaster an anarchist cookbook i love recipies i need a plan a secret plan hmmmm any ideas ???? my shirt is inside out
sleeves rolled up
the heat is off and im freezing
this basment
is not my prision
only my mind
only my fear
being free is scary thing
to give it all up
is the only thing
i see fit to do
is the only way
to do what i have to do
make love in a new way
that song playing in my head reminding me
reminding me
reminding me of some love
almost forgotten but not lost
a little dusty
"i miss fall as well" she said
with a little blue frowny face
wow i thought
an intresting person
taking time for me
to say something nice
but then is gone
like some face in fog
or sand
fades away
but the impression is still there
so many little moments of touching someone
then they disappear
but im still holding their hand