Zipping forward with sharp retractable bits of cool breathing letting me slice through all the screens.
Can't you just feel that song biting into you day?
The right one. Making you remember things you didn't even know.
Bright special parts of days that could have been and so are just as real as what was.
And the Children of the Moon looked like a Fork stuck on a Spoon.
I heard of a dude who no longer has his babe. And she is a babe. And he is a good dude.
It is sad in a regular way. In the way that so many things are. Like flat tires and empty pockets.
So normal that we want to let them be passed over. But loosing your babe sucks.
Just like flat tires and empty pockets when it happens to you.
Of course, the same can be said for the happy things, some so common that they are almost ignored.
Almost.
I feel the breeze.
