Mar 04, 2007 20:32
There's something on my mind too many people too many trains.
I hop one and tell a complete stranger my lifes story and he nods like hes been through it all too but maybe hes just bobbing with the tracks.
He tilts his hat and water falls off the brim, he jumps into one of milllions of mud puddles surrounding a refugee camp and starts rolling.
Cowboys never look all the way clean, he said.
I took his empty bottle and found it it wasnt so empty.
A note inside read " Love is not the heart you use to make it, love is in the heart of what you make."
I fold it 1 2 3 4 5 6 times and put it into my mouth. I swallow his words and let them sink in.
There are too many people and too many words.
I'll make less of one and more of another but I can't do it without my clouds.
Don't try to use your umbrella as a shield, polar bear.