"I’m a satellite heart, lost in the dark. I’m spun out so far, you stop, I start, but I’ll be true to you."

one of the worst feelings, as far as i can tell, is the feeling of nostalgia.

i hate it. i want it to go away. it tugs at the edge of my stomach with an annoying nagging presence. for some reason this haunting spirit named Nostalgia doesn't want to leave me alone.

go away, Nostalgia, you are not wanted here.

"hey lloyd, i'm ready to be heart broken. cause i can't see farther than my own nose at this moment..."

sun is a huge golden dollar, but weeping willow still sways, even though the sun is giving her his sweet rays.

"what do i have to do" asks sun, "to gain your love, tell me true."

willow is a short lush smile, but moon still hides away, even though willow still sings him lovely praise.

"what do i have to do" asks willow, "to gain your love, tell me true."

as the thick, soft flakes soared past my window, i thought nothing but lethargic thoughts. why does this time of year always spark the horrible memory lane trips? it seems like every september/october i get horribly caught up in the past, and can't escape. the wet, the cold, the clouds, the air, the very small biting at the edge of your fingertips reflects memories. always, constantly tugging at the edges of my mind, and heart.

i'm pleased it is winter. i'm not looking forward to wind and ice, but i love the overcast, wintery feel. i am going to wear my fall/winter clothes, listen to zoe keating, and sit amidst the comfort of nature.

peace, love, and tofu.
--sierra.