Sunday, April 27, 2008

when you float like a cannon

"there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear,
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear,
you step a little closer to me,
so close that i can´t see what´s going on."

so sick right now that i just want to sleep and disappear, and not be struggling to breathe. the fires in the hills behind us are not helping my cause, but i think i'd be suffering with or without the blaze. i've coughed so much that my head is pounding, my ribs ache, and my throat feels as if i've been swallowing glass.

i want to sink into the ocean, sleep at the bottom, with no need to breathe. or just somehow find my way to better.


  1. Why are there so many creative and talented in California?