you just might make me believe


what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.



bubbles.
9:42:00 AM
Monday, August 22, 2005
bop to the top
the PLC.


the soccerettes.


treebeard.


inner smile. thinking of you crazie bunch of people. yet saddens me somehow. knowing that you're all always there comforts me. yet scares me. i'm afraid that should anything happen to this happy bubble, that it might perhaps, someday, burst.


i hope. i wish. i pray.






don't burst.

honesty is the best policy