i like the floor.
bring me some wonder.
why do i let things come and go so easily?
what i really want
is a voice.
to be taken seriously.
i want simplicity.
i want to sit on a parachute in an empty room.
like we did in kindergarden.
you most likely havn't the foggiest of what i am talking about.
but this is what my mind is spewing out.
i want realness.
and lots of apple juice.
i want to read poetry.
and listen to norah jones and frank sinatra.
i want a midnight rendevouz with a fantastic book.
i want to wave to more faces and play ring around the rosy with little girls.
i want hugs. i am a hugger. i hug.
hugs for everyone.
ladel me some jello.