to win you must increase the capacity for joy. the size of pain you can swallow and still sing. you must magnify what is golden and breath out. slowly. until the tips of your shoes barely scrap the kitchen floor. drifitng. dancing. dreaming.
continental shift. continental drift. yeah. i miss smoking a cigarette on the roof of my building at 4:30 in the morning. listening to the ships sound their fog horns in the bay. yeah. i miss sitting on a wet park bench in the dark. speed shivering and smiling.
yeah. i miss living in a town i owned. but i now i have darkland. and right now i have my kitchen and im dancing to sonic youth and thats enough. sometimes whatever you have is enough. most of the time its not. but right now. it is.