only just realized how off track things are. i'd blame it on growing old, but i know the real answers to my own age old questions lie just outside the city. extend the view from my window to where my heart belongs and my chest calls for its safe return. the passion is exhausting on my mind - aches and pains of an out of body nature. i link wishes on a string and hang them in a line above my bed. at night they pulse through the air and settle themselves beautifully on the edge of my bed. watching their shows of the things to come i dream myself awake. its the fire the dreams put under your ass to make you beg for more than just a comfortable place to rest your head.
asking for more than the ordinary.
dreaming beyond the extraordinary.
living somewhere in between.