i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
"beaver cubicle" it!

i need to write but i don't know what.
yaddah, yaddah, yaddah. blah blah blah. derka derka.
somehow that doesn't work for me. it's not enough.
i'm gonna go try to get some sleep and maybe tomorrow i'll have something solid to write about that i won't waste the good surprise on the Loop . . . not that posting is ever a waste, so to speak, but the point is not always easy to get across.
and the modding! i am starting to THINK "beaver cubicle" and "bundle of twigs"! arrrgggg!


0 yaddahs

confessed on Friday, Jul. 14, 2006