representative of thought. the words are yours and the thoughts are mine. why do you wish to be inside my mind? If I painted you a picture would you ask to see the brushes?
 

life is like a happy song i never wrote.
life is like a sand castle i never built.
life is like the second chance i never gave you.
life is like an escalator i took instead of the stairs.
life is like a wish at the bottom of a well.
life is like the cherry i took off the top of my sundae...sunday.
monday. tuesday. new day.
life is everything i have to give.
why do i expect more?

i played a show last night at an art gallery and I managed to spill red wine on their white wall. it seemed appropriate somehow...it's windy and cold outside in sunny socal tonight and i'm home with my cat and i must say there is nowhere else i'd rather be...and that's not the case for me usually...usually, i feel like my mind is a step ahead of my body...like i'm thinking about where i need to be rather than where I am. tonight i'm here and i'm not wondering why...just for the moment. It 's like i found the mental off switch i've been searching for all these years...but i won't overanalyze...that'd kill it completely...
instead I'll say goodnight. here's to red wine and white walls.

You looked at me with that twinkle in your eye. And I thought it must be love. Then one day I saw you complaining of a stomach ache with that same look in your eyes and I thought I don't think that meant what I thought it meant. Then you sat beside me in silence and I thought there were no words to ascribe to your feelings...then you broke the silence and said "sometimes it's so nice to think of nothing" and I thought I'm not very good at this. Today a woman bumped into me on the street...barely...and I burst into tears. She looked frightened and I wanted to say "I don't think this means what you think it means" but I didn't.