2003-09-16 & 1:28 a.m. : still you smile
i don't know. some nights are alright, you know? i come home, i cook myself dinner, i drink a beer, i talk to someone great on the phone for awhile i sit on my steps and smoke a cigarette, i can see the moon becoming fat in the sky, the air is perfectly cool and whips my hair around a little bit, it makes my skin feel alive i clean things a little, i get an email from my sister that she wants to visit someone tells me it's ok that i'm so spacey and i don't feel so bad about it someone calls me beautiful and holds a door open for me i think about niki and jon and know that i am cared about i think about oakland and ache for her lonely trainyards and the bay bridge i feel a little sadness about leaving the beauty of seattle my mother leaves a message on my phone telling me she loves me things are ok autumn is coming: it's my time. |