If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts would tell
It seems to me that instead of becoming more plain and explicit, life just gets, as you get older, more complicated and mysterious. In my twenties everything was so immediate. So black and white. So right or wrong. So will I or won’t I. So leisurely and vast.
As my universe gets larger my world has become smaller and smaller. So tiny I have to stand like a flamingo most days alternating on one foot. Or like a horse who can only rest one leg at a time. I can’t sleep and wake up often to be surprised that I am still here. Still here. Where I am. Where I have always been, it seems.
There is a quiet comfort in the devils you know. In the beginning those devils are the miracles you slide into your pocket, take out and wear around your neck in the sunshine.
Shiny, is everyone’s favorite color.
PS. a prize will go to whomever can name the song title I am ripping off without googling it. Honesty now.