I don't know what you smoke Or countries you been to If you speak any other languages Other than your own, I'd like to meet you
I don't know if you drive If you love the ground beneath you I don't know if you write letters or panic on the phone I'd like to call you all the same, If you want to I am game
I don't know if you can swim If the sea is any draw for you If your better in the morning or when the sun goes down I'd like to call you
I don't know if you can dance If the thought ever occurred to you If you eat what you've been given or you push it around your plate I'd like to cook for you all the same I would want to I am game
If you walk my way, I could keep my head We could creep away In the dark Or maybe now We could shoot it down anyway
I don't know if you read novels or the magazines If you love the hand that feeds you I assume that your heart's been bruised I'd like to know you
You don't know if I can draw at all Or what records I am into If I sleep like a spoon or rarely at all Or maybe you would do Or maybe you would do
If you walk my way, I will keep my head We will feel our way through the dark Though I don't know you I think that I would do I don't fall easy at all At all at all at all at all
If you walk my way, I will keep my head We will feel our way through the dark Though I don't know you I think that I would do I don't fall easy at all
we don't art enough. me and the newest ashley in my life decided as much last night. i need a media fast i think. a break. it's ruining my life! i saw a quote once to the affect of ,"If I'd only known that half of my life would be spent in a 'relationship' with an emotionless machine." i wanna have stories. new ones. when my future 6 year old asks, "Mama, what did you do when you were young?", how am I going to respond? "Facebook? Google? StumbleUpon?" Something's gotta give.
i miss being an artist. it was the first thing i ever wanted to be, and these days all it's become is a desire. an aspiration. a dream. what happened to my story books? my notebooks filled with doodles? my crayons and paints? singing in the woods? putting on plays behind sheet curtains?
i'm not sure how long this fast should be; 40 days? 30? however long it takes for me to find a healthy balance/intake? writing up a plan even as i type this. details soon.
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i dig reading & writing. i dig nature & wildlife. i dig tea & coffee. i dig music & photography. but best of all, i can dig a really good bad idea...