oh you know where you belong. what feels comfortable. right. the ease settles over your face, wrinkles even out. eyes roll to the back of your head and you get lost feeling his fingers strum a melody that feels like home...
in between blue and green, low lights, and the feeling of slow motion...scenery moving past...
you stop and see yourself. and that you, is in a hurry. worrisome. anxious. you can't understand why or what for. you float on by, hover over your sad little head, give it a kiss...and move on to follow his strumming, the blue and the green, hold close the gorgeous singing about fishes in the sea...