I think that I saw you
his arms were dimembered, his room underground, the snow fell in heaps of white, in the town made of beans. I came for a night to get away from the true pain of packing your bags, with bite marks from a womans teeth. he gave me a clue and showed me a new way of thinking, the snow kept falling, the one day became a weekend, realizing I had to find most that was lost. months of joblessness, still trying to make the ends meet with our music, two drumers lost, feeling alone women filled my mind, the febuarys frost set in, my energy getting stronger, my self comming out, happy time for the most part, many trips to the city of beans many people many dreams, a man sent me a disk in the mail in hopes that I might respond to his art, four months of wrighting and recording for months of expanison, I found emence amount of loves out of so much lost, this year is where the positive movement begins, it is now summer, new rooms to musics new dreams, all my friends are wounderful people, so many people, her precious gem is jade, I will soon paint, dinner parties to frequency needs a mate, all that I love will be on my plate, letting go was the best thing I ever did.