And it's the hardest fall we ever took. Maybe I took it alone. Walking forward towards an ominous ledge, the whole world shouting,
the fish and the rocks below bellooowwing loudl over the smash of that first wave.
But maybe I know the edge well. Maybe better than most.
Sounds from an Ipod with everthing with Queen to Mozart. The other side, live music plays, gaining inspiration from a note they hear or an image they've seen that day.
It's noon, early, too early to leave but not too early for a blue moon and one hit off a nicely rolled joint. We crack jokes,
then sit silently, breathing in mountains. All those things you take for granted here.
I wanted to pull your lips onto the paintings, knowing how cold they'd be. I didn't care and you didn't try and I am deciding in freedom to steop where your feet take you.
Music on the right side.
No comments:
Post a Comment