The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
Monday, September 03, 2001
picket fences (Labor Day)
I find myself sometimes being stupid on purpose to make him laugh. When he laughs, it's like an endorphin release; I've done something good. He makes me happy and I start thinking of a future that I've wanted for a long time.