Wednesday, September 06, 2006

ryanheartsher

I only wish I could mean more than the hair raising on your neck or the angel and devil on whichever shoulder you choose. Peter Pan evenings in the breeze of Fripp Island. I hope I'm your Mayflower. I hope I'm your Plymouth Rock. Black magic and all. Lets make a pact. It always starts with some small "I" and ends with an apology or "I'm just seeing the world." I need to become me. You know what I mean? If I dream, I hope I dream of this.

Pickupthephone. Tellmehowitgoes. Fallasleep. Dontdreamofthis. Crashyourcar. Tellthedoctorstomailmetheblood.