yet to come
Currently listening to: Death Cab for Cutie - "Blacking Out the Friction"
Lawd,
oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man
oh man
.
Tonight there was remindful remembrance. A general recollection that life--
for one, there is sun.
for two, there is understand.
for three, there is time.
for four, there is music.
for five, there is child.
for six, there is simple.
For seven, and seventy, and seventy-seven, and so forth, you are child.
Lawd,
oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man
oh man
.
Tonight there was remindful remembrance. A general recollection that life--
for one, there is sun.
for two, there is understand.
for three, there is time.
for four, there is music.
for five, there is child.
for six, there is simple.
For seven, and seventy, and seventy-seven, and so forth, you are child.
Francesca contentedly consumes her coffee at 2:11:00 AM
Numbers are joy, too, and to count exercises that happy feature...so excluding direct reference is more beautiful that clear statement could ever hope to be. Understanding solar and simple are comforting concepts, especially in these times when I'm attempting complication's murder. So it's best we forget coherence, and rather bask in details' grandeur; when one chord can strike our hearts, that's enough to run with. And go.