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
it's snowing in Nashville

i'm sitting in the hotel a good jaunt away from my life considering the rest of the evening and thinking i'll go sit in the hot tub and be warm for a while, maybe work out a little and mostly pine for home.
i'm cold on the inside and lonely. there is only one fix that will satisfy and that is a little weird for me. i didn't want to tiptoe to the edge of this cliff so i'm running towards it with abandon throwing flowers to all sides, leaping in midstride . . . you get the picture, i'm sure.
Jenn is a proponent for the Bueno philosophy - it feels good NOW, worry about the rest of it later.
i'm weak enough to fall for that for a little bit. it's may fault that i'm gonna dive. i sure hope there's some fucking water at the bottom of that cliff...


0 flakes caught on my tongue

confessed on Wednesday, Jan. 16, 2008