It made me
ache,
the monotony
of yesterdays tommorrows
blended together,
and then it hit me.
an 18-wheeler slamming the deer.
first,
nostalgia for green grass,
the rythmn of a ball
between my feet.
then,
the deepest longing,
Pure desire,
for that future dream.
Hurry Up!
and get here already.
But still the vision is clouded,
and I know not where I am going.
All I can say is:
There is always tommorrow.
And the beauty of yesterday
still sitting on my tongue.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Here I sit still.
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sorry the video is so quite, plug in some earphones or a speaker..maybe next time I will shout.
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ReplyDeletethe written word is powerful, but really meant to be heard (even if it is only quietly). almost makes me wish I had a webcam... but then I might lose more sleep playing with it.
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