keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Thursday, May. 05, 2005 - 8:36 pm >>
i am trying to listen to what you can only hear

well they said it might rain tomorrow, but what do they really know. it's just water falling from the sky. it's secrets rising from the earth and the ocean. it's the tears you shed over your parents' graves. the scalding suicide wish in your goodnight kiss.

so you and i need to get ourselves organised. you and i should get ourselves synchronised. we must learn how to walk away with something more than slight movement.
something with substance and texture.
something about substance and texture.
that is unforgettable.
that is understated.

and i wish it would rain tomorrow. because it brings me comfort ..