tonight, the owls are not what they seem

eating oranges in a dark basement.
back to figuring it out.
can't keep this up any longer.
gotta get back to life, and living in it.

instead of running.
I look forward to standing still. 
some place good.
with someone great.

adventure is behind my heavy shoulders.
I want to watch tv and just be.
no more Florida.
no more fluidity. 

just nice nights.
newness and air.
where the trees don't care.
and the owls are not what they seem.

sometimes moving on is just resting.
sitting down with fruit. 
no music, no light.
tonight is the night to capture tomorrow.