The light of love, it shines so bright. I hang on, like you told me to. Even when it's distant and harsh. Even when I hold the thin fiber that would never support us but I pray will support me. The light is there. The music is there. The love is there.
I'm there. I'm here.
I'm thinking that I could listen to Jeff Buckley all night and I'd still be no closer to the truth.
I'm sitting here and listening to that music. And I'm thinking I want a new tattoo. But I'm also thinking I need to make a therapy appointment.
I could tell you all about the tattoo, but safe to say it won't be tonight.
I could tell you about a wish. But that too is something else.
And besides, I'm sure that you want to talk about the therapy.
3 comments:
I don't. I want to talk about the tattoo since I have been begging you to get one with me.
you too? i worte about how bad i wanted a tat yesterday. what do you want? huh? come on, give into my peer pressure.
Ghost,
I want the symbol on the cork from a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and I want Duly Inspired to go with me.
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