Thursday, October 25, 2007
Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don’t remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought you’d always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you’re nowhere to be found
-Jackson Browne: For A Dancer-
Would you believe me if I told you that nothing I've said before has changed? It's late, and I miss you.
scribbled
2:34 AM