I stick my tongue out
and taste rainwater.
Nothing in this world
is clean or pure.
Nothing of this world
is perfect or pure.
I collect rainwater
in a bucket and a barrel.
Nothing in this world
is without fault.
Nothing of this world
is without some fault.
Yet we try
and act surprised, get surprised.
Rainwater,
rain harder.
I pick up a leaf and lift
a beetle floating in a puddle.
Nothing in this world
is what is seems.
Nothing of this world
is what it seems to be.
Dark clouds
there is no rush, touch closer.
Rainwater,
rain harder.
No temporary thing
is gonna satisfy your soul,
no matter how you cut it.
It's whacked out.
it's a reflection.
But the arrangement
of this place is perfectly done
and without fault
because its source
is truth.
Lift me,
pick me up.
Rainwater,
rain harder.
One rainy day I thought about stuff and wrote this song :) Lifeupdate: Chicago today. Same old crazy Warped Tour schedules. Tomorrow night driving to Shakopee MN, guess MN means Minnesota. Lately loving polypro hooping, the lightness and fastness of it makes me feel like a jedi ninja lightning. When oh when will I have time to make a hoop video. Philip and me made plans for life after Warped: hanging out by the ocean in Oregon, going to Redwoods, mountains, hot springs, driving across USA (yeah for like the fourth time this summer) and taking pictures. I want to take some interesting or beautiful pics but haven't come up with an idea yet (I don't want to take only nature pics). I wish I had some fairy girls in a suitcase that I could pull out at gorgeous locations and take pictures of. Accepting photo ideas!! Accepting suitcase size fairies!