Play me a sad song tonight. Close the door and just sit here with me. I used to think...how could this ever come to an end? But we don't see it coming, down the straight and narrow - off the corner and on a rounded bend. Like we couldn't make the moon sit still, or walk a straight line high, or make our hearts stop beating until...because today is really only, a tomorrow we were never promised, and yesterday is time borrowed you cant have for keeps. Weaving between these givens and unknowns, we laugh and cry and battle and love and hate and take and give and hide and reveal ourselves....all to emerge and rise for the morning all over again. J
