hallelujah

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

i wish i was gifted enough to have written that but i didn't.
anyhow. it really does the trick, that song, describing ... something vague..


i took my bike out and rode around to a bunch of flowering trees and other delicious smelling plants.
and it was nice and more than made up for what attending traffic skool today sucked out of my will to live.
<3
ah.