

the heart doesn't lie, the mind lies.
hey me, shutup and open your ears and your heart, close your eyes and mouth fool.
i had it in my hands. it was boiling in pans. i was washing my face with it. i was dancing beneath it under the stars. when turned the other direction, when my legs went limp, when my knees buckled. when i feel to the floor. how i wish it was different. how does my fate disappear. how obscure does a faith become. how surreal is love when it's gone. sipping out of teacups. peeking in on tomorrow. seeking out everything i can't reach. one who fathoms. one who ponders. one who is and just that. the cat got hit by a car. i'm on the ground. no pain. no scars. no sores. there's a sky above me. nothing but hard ground behind me. there's no choice of which way to go.
boo ya. because i like it like that. even when elephants fly i'll be walking on the ground looking to the sky.
this is the day that i succumb to a higher ground.
you have to plant the seed, you can't just throw it at the ground.
Hey baby, want a little T-H-G before you sleep?
I only have so many questions in my arsenal, perhaps you can add some new ones.
There's a direct correlation between the amount of snow on the ground and my Christmas spirit.
soft, subtle, and smooth.
i pass porsches with my escort.
one sacrifice from me and one sacrifice from you and we're just left with the middle ground, i just feel that with creativity this can compromise the final product, sometimes you just need to let someone run with it.
Flannel is the way to a Yooper's heart.
However, heavy hearts are no way to start it.
My favorite month has arrived, hoping to use it as a catalyst for the rest of the year.
There is a direct correlation between my happiness and the amount of fresh snow on the ground.