back lighting, and your foreground...
if i were as light as a feather. if i were as clear as the rain.
blah.
blah.
blah.
and then they all stopped trying to be a poet. and gave into the sounds that the adults made on charlie brown... remind me how it went again. im starting to forget.
blah.
blah.
blah.
thank you.
ring.
ring.
ring.
beep.
click.
ring. ring. ring. beep. click.
ring. ring. ring. what. sounds through thte reciever, still incredibly inaudible. something? talking? nothing at all? anger! click.
ring. ring. ring. ring. ring. ring. ring. ring. ring. ring. what! click.
oh blah and bleh. that would be the sound of optimism im sure. my lids are heavy.
where am i any way!
and then...
oooooooh.... yes and then... a strong hand caressing your back. words spoken into your ear. black velvet. then as they smile, the 10year age difference shows. oh but does it really matter? what is age any way? just a shade darker beneath the eyes, slightly taller? slightly gaunter?
yes beautiful. beautiful.
mmmmm. city of god. approach me and say, take my hand, let's walk away.