When things are put into perspective
everything becomes poetic
and beautiful
Even the grey snow on the freezing cold pavement
in this town that I hate
But an exchange of art and beauty
gives a good perspective
Today, Monday, I can thank Julia for that.
Thank you Julia.
On Saturday a cat followed me home
After my favorite evening of this year
so far
I wanted to keep him, but I knew I could not.
So I let him go (since: if you love something...)
And on Friday a four-year-long tension was released
(well, almost.)
How ya doin'? repeated over and over
I was just fine.
Now, today, still Monday
I sit in a coffee shop drinking coffee with soy
which I hate
waving at every third person that walks by the window
in this small, predictable town
Oh, to be lost in a sea of people
Where buildings tower above me
in a city that so many hate
But a city that I long for every day.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
When things are put into perspective
everything becomes poetic
and beautiful
Even the grey snow on the freezing cold pavement
in this town that I hate
But an exchange of art and beauty
gives a good perspective
Today, Monday, I can thank Julia for that.
Thank you Julia.
On Saturday a cat followed me home
After my favorite evening of this year
so far
I wanted to keep him, but I knew I could not.
So I let him go (since: if you love something...)
And on Friday a four-year-long tension was released
(well, almost.)
How ya doin'? repeated over and over
I was just fine.
Now, today, still Monday
I sit in a coffee shop drinking coffee with soy
which I hate
waving at every third person that walks by the window
in this small, predictable town
Oh, to be lost in a sea of people
Where buildings tower above me
in a city that so many hate
But a city that I long for every day.
