i have a hard time remembering the things i should remember, and a hard time forgetting the things i should forget. oh christ, when you're ready to come back i think i'm ready for you to come back, but if you want to stay wherever exactly it is you are, that's okay too - it's really none of my business. if i didn't have you as my guide i'd still be wandering lost in sinai or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me: there are places that aren't here. i had a well but all the water left so i'll ask your forgiveness with every breath, And if there was no way into God, I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear.

you may say I am a dreamer

there was something in the chill air that night that spoke of redemption.

i use to write about real life now I write about this one conversation I had with edward dea neslavay if you want to wish for something wonderful. wish that I fix the story, cause its gone, really really really really gone.

and as i look into your face, i see hope and not disgrace. and strength that carries you along, the rugged road you travel on. and as we go our separate ways, you can be sure that i have changed, because i've seen the way you live...