you. my best thing.

trying to stay quiet and keep my own council/ had a sunny/sunny weekend... i can't wait for hot weather and flip-flops/ feel my toes wiggling in the greengreen grass/ long walks and water/ knowing i need to make a final call regarding july 1st... to move or not to move; that is the question?/ fuck/ weight/ weighing the/ prosandconsprosandconsprosandcons/ wait?/ and knowing it's not nearly that easy/ re-discovered tracy chapman... how could i have forgotten? that voice.../ silky smooth lyric's that hit right in the solar plexis/ WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM/ a pure delight/ i noticed saturday morning as i sang along that i re-discovered her when i discovered you/ and/ the title of the album... telling stories/ beautiful/ i laughed until i cried and cried until i laughed again... pure joy/ there is fiction in the space between/ the lines on your page of memories/ write it down but it doesn't mean you're not just telling stories/ but in the fiction of the space between sometimes a lie is the best thing/ sometimes a lie is the best thing.

and for this reason alone... i crinkle at the edges of my eyes and smile until my face hurts... and we are just a few hours away from the ides of march.