At our best we don't take pause.
Don't count our blessings when we consider our own.
Just breathe.
Deep, if we have to. otherwise just enough to make the hours melt away.
The noise.
The temporal air as the waves break over another perfect day in an otherwise perfect life we just might fucking deserve for all the good nights and lives unfit for lesser miracles.
We do right.
We eat.
We drink.
We live by the shadows and kiss in the street.
My Organ Sounds Like....mp3
7.25.2008
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