"- don't be so quick to knock it. People don't usually part with the weird shit they personally know because they know how easy it will be to punch holes in. Now I'm tellin you somethin. It's for you to poke through the soup and find the meat." John Patrick Shanley's 'the dreamer examines his pillow'

Tuesday, November 29, 2005


A lullaby on my skin! And I can feel it alone... in this moment I don't need anyone - the knowledge of Something greater and all the small things are the only companions I need. I love myself; the icy drops of water hit my arms, neck, and shoulders and awaken little freckle-sized pieces of skin, one moment at a time.


Blogger Amber G. said...

You just msde me think of that song madonna wrote about rain.

"Rain, feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain"

2:09 PM


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