the salt of the ocean sticks to my feet,
the soft grind of the sand and water brings comfort,
                                          to my mind; and to my eyes.

i believe too much
no
not enough
no
i believe whatever.

some things go without saying

                                                      some are said anyways
some sit;
I sit;
i have a tendency to sit
(no i don't)

if concrete were a bed, we'd be in bed.
if stars were a ceiling, we'd look at a ceiling.
(Lets go outside)(Your choice)(Let's go)(Don't let go)(I won't)
                                                  Whoever asked the question deserves the answer.

I never felt better
than when her chin was on my chest
and she peered up
looked politely
i'm glad she didn't mind
when i closed my eyes
she knew why
i'm Smiling again.

                                                                                                                              
        
                                                                                                  **kitten