My opened heart

Jun 08, 2008 - 13:55 PM PST

We sit near my tree on my porch. We smoke my Bali Shag and I speak,
'I have to tell you that I've had a rough couple of months. I have been thinking.'
she says, 'what are you thinking about?'
'you know, what everyone thinks about. I'm figuring out what I'm doing.'
'well, how long do I have to wait? what do you have to do?'
...'I have to keep breathing.'
I put my cigarette out on a stumped limb of my tree and light another.
Then, I wake up from my dream..