there is nothing so satisfying as listening to the song that's been running through your head for three days.
okay, had to tweet that. i think i'm so clever. actually i don't, i just try really hard and hope i impress someone. ooh, true confession time. yikes.
i could sit out here forever
breathing in the dry air
letting the breeze fuck up my hair
i could sit like this for hours
with my feet well up
and the sun setting behind me
through the bamboo sunshade
this is better than the beach
even without the sound of the water
lapping and flowing and chasing
the breeze through those palms
is all i need in my head tonight
my happy place is where i am
what now shall i imagine?
were should i suppose i a i not
sitting here forever
watching the moths come out
brushing my hair out of my face.