feeling the sun come around the corner of my window...and my mind leaves out the front door...why do i return and return and return and burn? Does it make sense to you when you're at the wheel and navigating those roots and routes? does it make better sense to close your eyes -grabbing the wheel and swerving wildly because that's what the inside says? Does it make more sense to wear sunglasses because you've come to love those lenses and like the lies? Does it make more sense to run those fingers along those locks and tell yourself it matters and that beauty is all in how you define it? and did you find it? What kind of crazy metal has you out there making what's mad feel sane and what's sane seem strange? do you follow? do you lead? do you even bother to signal? because i never saw any that made me aware. look left and right...look left....right? and don't forget that i had my moments too...that when you looked somewhere else...and my eyes turned to you...and they ended up watching....while you calmly took your exit...did you get where you thought you were going? did you ever check your mirrors and think about the way things go? I know you know. transitions are like offramps on the freeway...where did i hear that again? does it even matter....? transitions--and long days in between--long days with lots of warm sunshine and empty rooms--lots of hellos to strangers...hello stranger.
and by the way, did that iced half double decafienated half-hearted and triple whipped memory mean more to you than to me?
1 comment:
You are so right. This was a great post.
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