i feel like i have been dropped back into a life that i am not quite sure i was living, like i don't belong here. kind of an odd invisible solitary feeling. after time with good people, it's lonely here.

that it is lonely here, but not alone
and on the telephone
you offer visions dancing

i'm listening
music in the bedroom
laughter in the hall
dive into the ocean
singing by the fire
running through the forest
and standing in the wind
in rolling canyons

i will not take these things for granted