I stand at the edge of my solitude
with my head thrown back
and my arms thrown out
waiting
for some echo back
of the last sound
to leave me
to see the light come on
in someone else's window
and know we're onto something.
Telling: Streams & Logs
I stand at the edge of my solitude
with my head thrown back
and my arms thrown out
waiting
for some echo back
of the last sound
to leave me
to see the light come on
in someone else's window
and know we're onto something.