Well, I just want to feel a little something good tonight, and tomorrow if its not too much trouble, and maybe the day after that, too. Sure there will be some misses, some light-less time, days with shadows too long for pantomime; days that live in heaven and whatever lies behind heaven, and days that live in hell and whatever comes after that, too. [My leftovers are cooling down out there for the millionth time so I cant stay for too long.] But I want the days when my keys don’t turn and the days when I get up and get ready like a normal person and walk to and from work. I expect days when I spray a little too much perfume but that’s OK, I like it, and days when I forget to wear any entirely and I scold myself all day in silence for being so thoughtless. Im sure there will be days when i'll be walking smack dab in the middle of the sun and the shade, days when I feel like I’m just playing a character on this great spinning stage [I think that might be most days, but Im trying to stop being the guy who answers his own questions.] And there will be days when all I can think about is that the only thing I know is that I don’t know much at all, it'll make sure of that, I know. Throw me days when I spend however many hours wondering when everything will stop feeling so far away. And my goodness, my goodness, I want days when I swear I could scrape the stars just to dance in the dust of whatever comes falling down over me. And I want days when Ive got the sun in my pocket, in my chest and on my lips and in my thighs and in my toes, spilling from my hair and my teeth and my eyes [and somewhere deep in the dark under my eyes] and tickling somewhere in my spine [need to work on that one in particular] and shocking me at my fingertips [even though Ive never really liked my hands for some reason].
I'll take the days when it makes me believe I can sing so I squawk and scream while hopping around my apartment on one leg just to entertain myself. And I know that there will be days when I dont dream. [I wonder if I'll sleep much, either.] Those will usually be the days when I'll question everything [please, let me still question ******* everything]. And one day it'll show me someone that is going to teach me that I can grow like sunflowers, that I am sunflowers, that I am moonflowers and starflowers and it will mean everything to me, so I will listen to her. [And I'll promise not to pick the wildflowers, she'll be kind enough to teach me that, too]. And the days will come when the moon takes longer to show its face, its sinister spotlight face, and you'll have me spending the night running off far away to someplace that isn’t quite tomorrow and isn’t quite yesterday [and somehow its not today, either, if that makes sense.] And I'll chase that moon and I will chase that sun with the same naked dogged ferocity necessary to make my own mistakes and to learn from them, too. And there will be days when I am delivered so close to magic that I nearly divinize but I wont; I wont touch it or feel it or taste it or hear it or see it or smell it or think it even exists at all. [But it does, even when it doesnt]. And it'll have me twisting my wrist just to turn on my bedroom light. But some nights [hopefully not as many nights] I'll still have wine and something sweet to fill my lungs with, something sweeter than air could ever be because there there will be days when I become airless, weightless, and days when ill be convinced that I am the ugliest most monstrous thing in the world. [Now ive got Sleepless in Seattle on in the background so ive got to wrap things up.] And there will be days when my world is destoryed and days when it lets me build one from scratch out of something that simply oughta has-to must-be magic [I promise not to say I told you so.]
But I dont have to know any of this yet [neither do you.] Sometimes I just want to remember cute little somethings and nothings from what I bet are previous trips passing through this or that or some other place. So give me days when I drown in streams and seas and peaks, days that have me tumbling in the dirt and soil and rubbing their feet. Give me days that I follow the wind but let me fall in love with what follows it. Give me the days when I'll sit in the light, just not too much, and I hope it wont let me steal the light from others, even if I dont mean to. And there will be days that let me sneak under purple-blue-gray storms just to climb a mountain and when I get down I'll have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the trunk of the rental just waiting, and maybe, just maybe, if I do all of this and more [and none of this at all] I may finally become that mountain so I can see all the world at once. [And please, just let me remember that the world around me is also the world that lives inside of me so if I ever get lost, I'm not.]
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
Well, I just want to feel a little something good tonight, and tomorrow if its not too much trouble, and maybe the day after that, too. Sure there will be some misses, some light-less time, days with shadows too long for pantomime; days that live in heaven and whatever lies behind heaven, and days that live in hell and whatever comes after that, too. [My leftovers are cooling down out there for the millionth time so I cant stay for too long.] But I want the days when my keys don’t turn and the days when I get up and get ready like a normal person and walk to and from work. I expect days when I spray a little too much perfume but that’s OK, I like it, and days when I forget to wear any entirely and I scold myself all day in silence for being so thoughtless. Im sure there will be days when i'll be walking smack dab in the middle of the sun and the shade, days when I feel like I’m just playing a character on this great spinning stage [I think that might be most days, but Im trying to stop being the guy who answers his own questions.] And there will be days when all I can think about is that the only thing I know is that I don’t know much at all, it'll make sure of that, I know. Throw me days when I spend however many hours wondering when everything will stop feeling so far away. And my goodness, my goodness, I want days when I swear I could scrape the stars just to dance in the dust of whatever comes falling down over me. And I want days when Ive got the sun in my pocket, in my chest and on my lips and in my thighs and in my toes, spilling from my hair and my teeth and my eyes [and somewhere deep in the dark under my eyes] and tickling somewhere in my spine [need to work on that one in particular] and shocking me at my fingertips [even though Ive never really liked my hands for some reason].
I'll take the days when it makes me believe I can sing so I squawk and scream while hopping around my apartment on one leg just to entertain myself. And I know that there will be days when I dont dream. [I wonder if I'll sleep much, either.] Those will usually be the days when I'll question everything [please, let me still question ******* everything]. And one day it'll show me someone that is going to teach me that I can grow like sunflowers, that I am sunflowers, that I am moonflowers and starflowers and it will mean everything to me, so I will listen to her. [And I'll promise not to pick the wildflowers, she'll be kind enough to teach me that, too]. And the days will come when the moon takes longer to show its face, its sinister spotlight face, and you'll have me spending the night running off far away to someplace that isn’t quite tomorrow and isn’t quite yesterday [and somehow its not today, either, if that makes sense.] And I'll chase that moon and I will chase that sun with the same naked dogged ferocity necessary to make my own mistakes and to learn from them, too. And there will be days when I am delivered so close to magic that I nearly divinize but I wont; I wont touch it or feel it or taste it or hear it or see it or smell it or think it even exists at all. [But it does, even when it doesnt]. And it'll have me twisting my wrist just to turn on my bedroom light. But some nights [hopefully not as many nights] I'll still have wine and something sweet to fill my lungs with, something sweeter than air could ever be because there there will be days when I become airless, weightless, and days when ill be convinced that I am the ugliest most monstrous thing in the world. [Now ive got Sleepless in Seattle on in the background so ive got to wrap things up.] And there will be days when my world is destoryed and days when it lets me build one from scratch out of something that simply oughta has-to must-be magic [I promise not to say I told you so.]
But I dont have to know any of this yet [neither do you.] Sometimes I just want to remember cute little somethings and nothings from what I bet are previous trips passing through this or that or some other place. So give me days when I drown in streams and seas and peaks, days that have me tumbling in the dirt and soil and rubbing their feet. Give me days that I follow the wind but let me fall in love with what follows it. Give me the days when I'll sit in the light, just not too much, and I hope it wont let me steal the light from others, even if I dont mean to. And there will be days that let me sneak under purple-blue-gray storms just to climb a mountain and when I get down I'll have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the trunk of the rental just waiting, and maybe, just maybe, if I do all of this and more [and none of this at all] I may finally become that mountain so I can see all the world at once. [And please, just let me remember that the world around me is also the world that lives inside of me so if I ever get lost, I'm not.]
