Here and There...
I woke up this afternoon and for a moment I was stuck in the place between here and there and I could feel those those little lingering tidbits of work and responsibility tidbitting away to the nothingness they deserve to be...I could feel the chair, the desk and the little screen that had been staring at me all morning going back to where I keep them when I'm busy...
I was back in my S S P A C E E and it was dark and slow and every bit the description of surreal...
yea
It reminds me of the places you put me when we're together...like just a day or two ago...we were talking like we do and it wasn't about anything in particular...you were laughing and then not and you were telling me about something or another and really I can't remember but it wasn't really important just then...you were talking and I was chasing and the butterflies you make in me were flying all around...
It was dreamlike and I like dreams so I'm sorry when I say I turned my tongue to autopilot and drifted away while you were talking to me...I heard it all, every word and it's registered here in my mind but sometimes it's just beautiful to listen to like it's music made just for me...
I have a feeling the things i say and the future I throw your way never let you feel as comfortable as most times I do...but...well...my future may be me in a vision adrift...a dream...but whether I'm being whipped by whisps of nothing real with my eyes closed and supported on angelic harmonies or in a dark club where it's hot and hard and somewhere we forgot our names...it's never just me...but us...
I woke up this afternoon...and I've got flutterbies flying by...
I was back in my S S P A C E E and it was dark and slow and every bit the description of surreal...
yea
It reminds me of the places you put me when we're together...like just a day or two ago...we were talking like we do and it wasn't about anything in particular...you were laughing and then not and you were telling me about something or another and really I can't remember but it wasn't really important just then...you were talking and I was chasing and the butterflies you make in me were flying all around...
It was dreamlike and I like dreams so I'm sorry when I say I turned my tongue to autopilot and drifted away while you were talking to me...I heard it all, every word and it's registered here in my mind but sometimes it's just beautiful to listen to like it's music made just for me...
I have a feeling the things i say and the future I throw your way never let you feel as comfortable as most times I do...but...well...my future may be me in a vision adrift...a dream...but whether I'm being whipped by whisps of nothing real with my eyes closed and supported on angelic harmonies or in a dark club where it's hot and hard and somewhere we forgot our names...it's never just me...but us...
I woke up this afternoon...and I've got flutterbies flying by...