Wait

If you stay there I will be coming over
While the day is still young
So young it stays
I won't stop untill it's over

(free after Sweet Desposition)

Home

I spend hours yawning in front of this window. Years and seasons went by and nothing seemed to change.
I pressed my knees against the heater under the window when I was recording my tapes.
I rested my head on my hand when I was writing out lyrics that I did not understand.
I studied and I failed. I toasted and I stared.
I waited for another scenery to pop up in front of my eyes.
I waited for another life to present itself to me.
I waved at my boyfriend who arrived on his scooter.
I ran on my socks to get the mail. It was usually just the paper.
I watched the dog eating a rat that she catched in the water.
I laughed at my brother catching fish bare naked.
Then it was boredom. Now it is the heart of me.