an echo of great weather.
won't let me in.
life is good.
until it is bad.
but then rest assure...it will be good again.
because,
kidhopefulbastards, life goes up and life goes down.
like the way the piano writes.
itself.
its storm.
fall asleep and wake up.
smell space.
hear dogs.
get dressed.
paper plates.
doesn't it seem like you are.
a lot like me.
like you have dug yourself into places.
where you either should or shouldn't be.
let's get clean.
together.
let's always be.
we are always on our always way:
good and incredible.
my hands, reversed, are rarely quiet.
and I want this poem to be long.
just like the way I design the path my house's heart.