i do.

remember when you used to sing to me all night every night while you watched the sun and smelled the ocean and i counted stars and sang along.

remember when i'd make you tea as i poured my martinis so we both could sip and tap fingertips

remember when we used to talk. no... i mean really. talk. and dream. perhaps we were talking in our sleep

remember...

japanese food
driving to nowhere
pink sweaters
love letters
art
time & confusion
cherry ice cream
and pi

i do. i do. i do.

get the funk out

crazy days turn into
nights
and lights
lose sight
gain sound surround
yourself
with beauty
where you find it

bats fly
boys cry
sink to the bottom of the
bwomp swamp...

its murrrrrky.

let it go
free your soul -
get the funk out.

what i am is what i am

do you think you know me?
with all i have said
and all you have seen
do you believe i am a true representation
of who i really am?
and do you think you know me?
and if you do...
why are you still here?