Summer was blowing all over me when you fell...Angels can be so decieving when they love you well...

here i am, and there you are...what's a little distance between friends? what's anything...the sky is blue, faded by gray rolling clouds that hover with the false promise of rain. every week they make a pledge to me on my tv, and i'm tired of getting my hopes up. al roker does not inspire my confidence. "my soul is crushed, my spirit sore"...dorothy parker. she must have had a bad day. nature is having a laugh, and you are the butt of its joke. i want to lay on my back in a field of green grass, close my eyes and soak up the warmth of the sun on my face...to be a part of something untarnished, for once. something whole and sweet, but i know i'd start to think about what would be on tv later that night, who i needed to talk to, something trivial and everyday, and the spell would be broken. there's no solitude left. never...there are a thousand voices in your head that shadow you everywhere. they'll start to whisper about that new creed cd you want, or the bills you have to pay, what you want for dinner...hah. that's not peace of mind. my feet are cold. i think i'll get some socks...this makes no sense. you don't have to tell me. but i'll leave it here on principle. have a super-fanstatic day!