I keep counting and waiting and waiting. I keep figuring that everything's going to be alright. I keep my fingers crossed because the wind changed and they got stuck that way. I run until my lungs feel like bubble wrap -- alveolar-ripple-puddle. I want to be there, where the drip joins the rest, where the sea sprays the air...
I just want to hear. I just want to see. I want what is real.
2 comments:
FDB - I always enjoy what you have to say.
thx tiny bits of fire ... it's nice that you come around and read my ramblings... FDB
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