and on the third day...
2004-03-02
this morning i heard the spring bird singing...right outside...before the sun had come up...the world is rife with insanity, i have friends whose lives are bolted down with darkness, john kerry is a big wuss and a sell out, and I'm not sure what will become of us all....
but a breeze. but a moment. but the sky.
but the songs.
the ones the birds create to settle thier own affairs. or the ones we create to express the fists and kisses we explore...
give me solace...
peace
