November 2009
6 posts
Hello.
Hello, how are you?
The weary moon stuck high in the sky
I turn my head and prefix my eyes
The devil of sin he grabs me by the head
And sends me off to bed
The stars look down as if they’re praying too
Singing what the hells the sun gonna do
I hope you’re here when this whole ship sinks
Cause your all I really got to hold on to
When will tomorrow come and what will it bring
It seems like every town I go to...
It’s always interested me how simply being away from something for a certain amount of time forces you to see things from a different perspective. I wonder if that is because I change, it changes, or just because I’ve forgotten what it’s like. This walk back from the office through the woods was no different. The tree leaves falling in a storm of cool wind as I am surrounded by the colors of dirt...