It's been raining here in Long Beach. The dampness in the air. Tends to straighten out my hair. Against my wishes. . But the traces of a song reach. My tattered ear once more.
In my mind. The golden silver statues turn to tin. And I find. Confidence is just a place I've been. In my mind. . I was kind. When poppa's begging friendship came to me.
If I Could Be Anywhere-Jackson Browne. Sliding on the shimmering surface between two worlds. Standing at the center of time as it uncurls. Cutting through the veil of illusion.
I've been out walking. I don't do too much talking these days, these days. These days I seem to think a lot. About the things that I forgot to do. And all the times I had the chance to.
It was a ruby that she wore. On a chain around her neck. In the shape of a heart. In the shape of a heart. It was a time I won't forget. For the sorrow and regret.