© Josh Marks
On my birthday...
Drinking Guinness in the afternoon
Taking shelter in the black cocoon
I thought my life would be different somehow
I thought my life would be better by now
I thought my life would be different somehow
I thought my life would be better by now
But it's not, and I don't know where to turn
Called some guy I knew
Had a drink or two
And we fumbled as the day grew dark
I pretended that I felt a spark"
Aimee Mann speaks these words that hold so true as i continue in this year older. happy and sad in the same moment. met a stranger yesterday that welcomed me in to his bar. he volunteered bits of information about me that most that are close to me just don't see. he saw things "in my eyes" as i passed casually. my thirst for a glass of white wine made me stop and he made me listen. he read me like an open book and read between the lines which most dont do. am i a tough read? probably, but only if you dont pay attention. Last night i talked for hours about nothing and everything and where my tomorrow may take me. tonight i wonder if any of it was real. good night paris, ill see you in the light...
I love that smile.
ReplyDeleteTalk was real.