<Mountainous Heathen!>

the firetrail

no matter where you go in the hills, it is called the firetrail. be you next to clark kerr, or up inside tilden. it is the trail that wraps around all the days and nights you've spent on it in mind or in spirit and tucks you in tightly around the feet, so that you have pleasant dreams of redwoods and fireants.

my room is in a perfect state right now. not too clean,...pretty messy. not so much a limbo-compromise between different voices in my head, but rather one fine exhibition of just one voice for once. there's the standard three cups on my desk, odd papers and to do's on the ground. clothes all over the place. pringles' box. headphones. that package i still haven't returned to amazon. it's nice. in all honesty, i appreciate this. this is the real me. but then who's the girl who gets fed up and cleans all of this? even vaccums the rug? who's she and where does she sleep?

i was going to berkeley bowl today and it was raining while the sun was out. i thought of you. if only there was some way to capture the drops that catch the light just so as they fall. it wouldn't be fair though. half the glory is in the falling. i wonder if it ever snows while the sun is out. probably not. though it would be a sight.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Thursday, February 22, 2007 the firetrail no matter where you go in the hills, it is called the firetrail. be you next to clark kerr, or up inside tilden. it is the trail that wraps around all the days and nights you've spent on it in mind or in spirit and tucks you in tightly around the feet, so that you have pleasant dreams of redwoods and fireants. my room is in a perfect state right now. not too clean,...pretty messy. not so much a limbo-compromise between different voices in my head, but rather one fine exhibition of just one voice for once. there's the standard three cups on my desk, odd papers and to do's on the ground. clothes all over the place. pringles' box. headphones. that package i still haven't returned to amazon. it's nice. in all honesty, i appreciate this. this is the real me. but then who's the girl who gets fed up and cleans all of this? even vaccums the rug? who's she and where does she sleep? i was going to berkeley bowl today and it was raining while the sun was out. i thought of you. if only there was some way to capture the drops that catch the light just so as they fall. it wouldn't be fair though. half the glory is in the falling. i wonder if it ever snows while the sun is out. probably not. though it would be a sight. posted by ...me at 11:41 PM