hang tight, moon.
earlier today the moon was low.
it looked twice the size it usually does
and incredibly out of place against the still blue/grey sky.
i've never seen it hang quite like that before.
can you see it now, from where you are? where else is the bright bulb shedding light?
some highlights from this weekend:
•a waterbed
•pick-up sticks
•a four-rowed rubix cube (proving my halloween costume quite accurate)
•audjudicating/incouraging/wanting-to-be little 5th to 8th grade musicians
•enjoying the better things in life, disk 2
•cereal for supper
•de-stressifying brianne
•photo's at the coffee smith and a street corner in germany
•"forty" "two" "forty" "two" "forty" "two" "alright!"
i'm not ready for tomorrow yet.
it is lost's fault.
hang in there moon, dearest.
love,
sleep walker.
1 accordions:
it's wasn't meant to be a poem.
but thanks? hmm...
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