let me take you down
cause i'm going to
strawberry fields
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
strawberry fields forever

living is easy with eyes closed
misunderstanding all you see
it's getting hard to be
someone
but it all works out
it doesn't matter much to me

let me take you down
cause i'm going to
strawberry fields
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
strawberry fields forever

no one, i think, is in my tree
i mean, it must be high or low
that is, you can't, you know
tune in
but it's all right
that is, i think it's not too bad

let me take you down
cause i'm going to
strawberry fields
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
strawberry fields forever

always, no!,
sometimes i think it's me
but you know, i know
when it's a dream
i think, um, no i mean
er, yes
but it's all wrong
that is i think i disagree

let me take you down
cause i'm going to
strawberry fields
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
strawberry fields forever


...strawberry fields forever
...strawberry fields forever...


-john lennon






when i dropped him off this morning i felt an accute sense of sadness
that was something i never could go back to
lost forever to me

hmmm... life goes on

time, i guess, can't be stopped
and can't be reasoned with

it's a mean little bugger, that's for sure.


what if life never ran out
like water runing to the ocean?

heaven?

the ocean never ceasing, never dying.

this is turning into a poem.

funny how that happens.

just sittin' here... listening to the Presidential debate... 

"New York, I was Judas... she said a latte double shot for Judas..."


good line just thought i'd post.

go down, whisper and fade



come back up when you feel the need

I was wondering what it would be like if it was different
if you were with me
anybody

I know there's not much to say
say anything

I know we've all got things to do
do this for me

I know when you sigh it's like a whisper
whisper in my ear



Please, tell me something I don't already know

sun coming out, up, over and through the clouds, piercing...

today the air is cold and crisp and clear
shivering when bare feet meets floor

coffee, hot and black and steaming
wake me up

drive with wilco

sometimes it all makes sense
sometimes you just pretend

the weekend's just a few long reaches away...

weekend's are bright, warm things which blossom then fade...
weekday's are long, gray and slow moving trains...

get into the rhythm then...


down, across, over and out...
move your way through time...
dream for the past...
hope for the future...

yeah.

"don't take a picture ...it's been a bad day"


That's an R.E.M. song... I think. It's very fitting for today. Wake up still dreaming, drive to school still dreaming... always dreaming. My mind is something alive and uncontained, like a bird or a flame. Flesh is flesh and it will rot away.. but what of my mind? What of that? What of my dreams that slip so quickly into fading memory, impossible to bring back?

I don't know... just thought I'd ask...

Fuck, I've got class in five minutes...