Sometimes I read things
I've written, and they make me cry. I'm always astound
ed when I create something I think is beautiful. This might sound like some twisted sort of vanity
, but its not meant to; once I write something down, I don't feel like it is me anymore. It is it. It is beautiful for its own reasons.
I like stories.
Dreamy-eyed and far-away, you're not here. You're in her arms, as you recount a perfect moment
of love beneath stars. I've never seen you this honest
before. I'm lucky to be here, to be listen
I will keep your story wrapped up in my silver box, for it has amazed me.
Capture my attention
and tell me what your Grandmother
's house smelled
like at Christmas
Tell me about grass stain
I will tell you of peonies
set to music.
of the plains.
The stupid things we never write down
, and never tell anyone, but will never cease to make us smile
Please tell me a story.