Antennas to Heaven.
I know happiness is the road but I’ve been on the same one for years now. Yet to feel its pulse.
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.
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, ...
Here at the Starlite.
Dig out daydreams way past dark. Pick at the strings till those fingertips bleed blue. What else could be better for one to do?
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Out of my heart, and over my head.