I can't sleep, so I guess I better go ahead and write.
the tick tock of the beat of my heart won't even slow down enough to snuggle with my little
nights like this come every now and then
the rain calls to me
outside calls to me
but I can't ever seem to answer its call
until I can't sleep and then there's nowhere else to go but out
the ceilings inside look too familiar
but outside, the sky is brewing something up for me
more rain
to help me sleep
but it wants to make sure I spend a little time with it first
maybe tomorrow will bring floods
and Tristan and I can throw Dixie in a boat and ride off into the moonlight
like I always dreamed we should
or maybe the rain won't make a stop here, just a quick visit to tell me it's been thinking of me
and will try to visit again soon
a postcard slipped under the door if I hadn't answered its call
the loneliness sets in
at least I think that's what it is
I can't tell anymore
where the loneliness ends and I begin
or maybe it's been me all along
yearning to be alone with myself
alone with the rain
nights like this I wish I had my copy of dandelion wine
three lines from that book sets everything in my head back to right
the ebb and flow of the words of a man I kick myself every day for not stalking
before he left this earth forever
to him, our words, what we contribute in the form of written text
is what will keep us immortal
so I write
I try to write
I fail miserably mostly
pictures are my chosen form
at least I want them to be
but the words...
the words...
they always find a way out
