lying in the hot sun today, watching the clouds run away - thought a little while about you. the sky was a petrifying blue, and while the geese flew past... for no reason at all, i let the sky fall.
this is an empty country and i am the king; and i should not be allowed to touch anything.
i picked myself up off the ground, shook the grass from my hair and i walked around. felt the warm sun in my eye - strangers were passing by - i shimmied up the black walnut tree, let the hard blue sky fall right through me. and i saw the sad young cardinals, trying to sing, and i should not be allowed to touch anything.
I've been working my way towards doing this for a while so yeah. If you got cut, as usual with these things, it's nothing personal, I'm just cleaning up a bit. If you can see this entry, you're still on my list. If not, then I've cut you for one reason or another. Usually it's because we don't talk anymore, or we never really talked in the first place.