The goofy words that come out of my mouth, that I like to call art.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
sail over the stars
My desire to be in love with you, my desire to be comfortable. It has came true. But My stronger desire to flow with the moon and the skyline has forced me to let go of any reality that was holding my dream together for us. I'm not sorry nor will I be when I'm alone following the moon to a wonderful place behind the sea's tucks and cubbyholes. I will find the end of the new year.. I will sail over the stars on a magical whim. Dancing unmeaningfully.