Sunday, November 9, 2008

When I Fly So High I Fly So Low

so yeah I'm writing again.... I didn't think that it would happen so soon. I see a face everywhere I go, it is not the face that I hope it is. Every time I look and see, every time I am drilled into the ground because I know it's not her. I find myself buried in my memories... she is away from me, so really, they are all I have. I wish distance did not exsit, cause then my dreams would not be dreams... I would in essence be living the dream.

I have no cunning words today, no eloquent speech. I have no words to flow from thought to fingers, fingers to pen, pen to paper, paper to keys, keys to hammers, hammers to strings, strings to my ears.... can you hear me yet? Do I have you'r attention? All eyes are on me love.... yes this is true... but all ears are on you... this is more true. Questions have arrised and answers must be given... I can only give them in the form of music... you are my muse... you are my patch, my brick, my bird... you are my friend.

"you get me high by day"