home, is where i want to be but i guess i'm already there
i come home - she lifted up her wings
guess that this must be the place
t-heads

settling in the dusk. not too dark, not too bright. a perfect corner to kind of hide, a comfortable coloring, never hurts my eyes. the bright star's teaser, showing a bit of light's hem, i'm good with dusk, follow me home, i'll tuck you in...

the too short sweetsong with perfect lyrics, the long long credits to a gem of a flick. it's where we pick up where morning left off, continue the conversation over dinner plates and wine glasses, you left your toothbrush over there...

it's the gentle blue glow, the comforting hum of a television after the video is done. after the hustle and bustle of people in cars, after they've parked and settled the metal gods in their doghouses, knocked on the door to say, "honey, i'm home..."

fastening the chain and locks, the bolts and sticks and draft stoppers, turning the kitchen into warm yellow glow, air filled with dinner smells, onions and peppers and home...

it's good to be here, and okay. makes me want to cry a little.