ThatBlueCenterlight
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
YESTERDAY THE SIGHT OF YOU…
destroyed me.
So last night I was a coyote sleeping on a rock out in the desert, with dirt on my paws, the smell of cactus in the air, and the starry, heavy-blue-black sky above. I howled all night. It was the only way I could sleep.
