from the time i was stuck in the mire...
one of them,i mean..harHar!


I sit here wondering about where I am headed
There seems to be a path in front of me.
Only I keep getting stuck.
Stuck on yes,mostly you
Or what I’m wishing you’d be

These little notes I write to you.they seem absurd to me mostly because I wont talk about them to anyone
I get high on just beginning to imagine the beginnings of a life
You me and here, slow dancing in a burning room
Probably an ideal can live through to only one level
The song has stayed for days though
It doesn’t change
What does change is what I mean
Everyday it changes
I thought about it yesterday

February 27,2007