aerasio
Monday, November 26
Wednesday, November 21
Confusion
It's the day before Thanksgiving. Campus is almost deserted. The wind is strong, and cold... a bleak day, like the days of late have been. I'm waiting for a friend, he's in a meeting with the dean. We're gonna go play some music in the basement of the House, that's the plan... We'll mess around, experiment, have fun doing whatever sounds good. Seemed like a good idea at the time, seems like an awesome one still. He has this riff that he's been working on and I think a beat I tried last time works well with it, but we'll see how things go I guess...I'm hopeful, everything looks great and headed in great directions, like its all gonna work out...
Why am I so uneasy then? Why are my thoughts so... grey? Why do they all stray... to you...
Seems like it could be a monologue in a play. (shrugs)
Saturday, November 10
Would you?
If I was a tree, standin' pretty in the breezeor a cloud in the sky, bathed in sunlight high
would you look at me?
If I was a squirrel, fuzzy, cute and little
or a quaint hamster, scurrying throuh your laughter
would you care for me?
If I were to run, beckoning, past the sun
and look for your hand, at the universe's end
would you be there with me?