I know happiness is the road but I’ve been on the same one for years now. Yet to feel its pulse.

diybirmingham:

Salt Mine/Probably the Tornado  »RSVP

Intellectual conversation has fallen to its last drunken knee. May we step back and think. May we step back and wonder. May we look out our window and speak a thousand words about the foresight of climbing thought. 

Stay far from frequency. It is too awfully aligned with troubles, yours and mine.

It’s funny to think about what I once was-

Because I can’t quite remember it.

Just try.

In sanity is fallin’ down on my shoulders. Can’t brush it off- hope it works out.

Maybe i’ll talk to a stranger today. He’ll tell me about lampposts turnin’ into gold and them fallin’ into dust and then blowin’ it into the wind. I’ll try not to get bored by doin’ the same with the rain and fallin’ into puzzle pieces three times over.

The sun looks bright; better tell it to turn it down (or stand up straighter)

Either way,

River Rambler

Here at the Starlite.

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