It is not the same with you, and I like that.
It should never be the same.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Playground
Today you were the kid on the slide.
And I was the kid outside of the gate.
I was the one who couldn't get in.
It's not that I wasn't allowed to go in--I just couldn't.
And now I know how many of us really want to be the child playing on the playground.
And I was the kid outside of the gate.
I was the one who couldn't get in.
It's not that I wasn't allowed to go in--I just couldn't.
And now I know how many of us really want to be the child playing on the playground.
Twigs
Do not follow me when these winter days come.
Just look for the campfire smoke above the trees.
Then you will know that I am okay.
Just look for the campfire smoke above the trees.
Then you will know that I am okay.
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