from the night you drove us around with the instruments in your car

rats and rabbits and telephone poles
imaginations out on the loose
running here and there wondering what to choose
everywhere is something not to be scared of
its whats in between whats you and me
but even then fear should never be said
it's not worrying its assuring hearts
its speaking in the dark
in the woods
in the night
on a roof
under the sky
without the stars
without the moon
with a breeze and with a
a a a a
smile and a tree and a poodle
that no one else can see
when nothing else makes sense
everything makes sense
everything fits and everything works
nothing is sure
everything is real
minds go on thinking and keep them
selves sealed
everything imaginable is all here

hush

i'm just a quiet kid.

sometimes a whirlwind of thoughts can enter the mind and it will just keep spinning faster and faster, then it's hard to remember where you are and what you're doing. everyone else is talking loud, cutting vegetables, drinking wine, i'm not interested, you're on my mind.

the weather is beautiful. it's perfect and windy, full of green trees and freshly cut grass.

i can't be somewhere beautiful alone, but i can't be somewhere beautiful with people i love.

well that doesn't really make sense, it doesn't really work, but i'm in a whirlwind.

i miss you