i'll believe it all

i'll be blogging here from now on.

see you there.

burnt deep into my brain

music just sounds better 

when the person who wrote the song 

is the one who's singing it.

99.999999999% of the time

the flowers you gave me are rotting

here is the deepest secret nobody knows,

here is the root of the root,

and the bud of the bud,

in the sky of the sky, of a tree called life,

which grows higher than any soul can hope, or mind can hide.

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.