in those days, they say, things will happen mostly they will be ominous things or ironic juxtapositions like lions with lambs or honey poured over corn on the cob it's not really the end of the world, though it's just then end of that story everything will change, natural selection but people don't evolve species evolve, but only on good days and that will, it seems, be a bad day that's the impression i get but an ending is always an opportunity if you wait we'll both become human but you might have to wait for a long time a very long time a very very long time until then, take me as i am mix my grey with your yellow but don't expect beautiful results and don't expect me to paint myself with it please don't parade through my rain and don't label me an optimist or a pessimist or a realist or a surrealist even though the bottom half of my glass is empty and the top half of my cup overflows and no one knows where the pressure comes from to keep a little dry space for us here below the wine where we drink from the sky and comfort each other with these words: in those days they will write new stories with better endings |
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Love.
