pastures of plenty

i have this way of existing by myself in the midst of the largest groups--i would sit there and smile and be in the conversation and ask questions and look interested but there in that very second i'll be somewhere completely different. now i got no explanations for it or anything i just know it happens a little too often and with just about anybody--


see if you don't really have anyone on your mind--no one you care for in that very childishly speacial way--some dark figure cut out from you imagination whom you can reach out when the view is pretty and lights sparkle over the water and you have a cigarette in your hand and a good bottle of wine--

but when your heart is a colorless as a monday morning a good bottle of wine is only a good bottle of wine

here's the thing--i'm tired. just got home from 2 days out on the streets and i have good even great stuff to talk about---but honestly i'm tired as hell and just wanna make some coffee for myself and chill out--maybe listen to a few bob-s since it seems we've been ringing his ears (a turkish phrase that i honestly thought would look better but oh well--meaning talk about someone, they even say if your left one rings they're dishing shit about you and if the right one's going on then it's somewhat better (though technically they're still talking behind your back)) anyways so some day other than this one i will tell you all about all them unimportant things

till then
love you all