fools gold
i miss europe and friends and boys that wink too often. and im writing college essays to the sound of joseph arthur on a friday nite. but i dont think id have it any other way.
all i do now is practice in a window where sunlight streams through in thick golden stripes and humming power tools create a previously undetected soundtrack to the world. my bones feel like fall and i opened my sweater drawer this afternoon just to make sure what ive been feeling is real. its so different without school. i think i like cold cheeks and gray mornings afterall.
at a time when possibilty waits just around the corner i just wish i could go back. the million dollar question always arises. one million dollars versus one changeable moment in the past. and right now id have to go with the latter. [i saw sparks.]