And Miles to go Before I Sleep

[chochiyo_sama]

I feel sad.

My sadness is the result of reading all of the Live Journal entries by my Ohio friends.  They are all far too fine and beautiful to feel such misery.

I haven't written a poem in over a year--but I wrote one for them.

I wrote it with tears streaming down my face and the deep desire to drive directly  to Ohio and squeeze each and every one of them in my arms.

Goofy kids.

Life is for YOU.

Fuck "THE END."

LIVE.

Eat strawberries.

Dig holes in the sand.

Beat on percussion instruments.

Sing

Dance

Hug and kiss each other for me.  (platonic from me--your MUCH older friend)

Go out and make the world a better place.

Do it one person at a time.

Don't buy into society's bullshit and waste as much time as I did.

Okay?

Okay?

Can I hear an AMEN?

 

Comments

[bloodshoes.livejournal.com]

AMEN!!!!


(trust me, we don't use tht word lightly around these parts.)