Two Blues Two Greens and a Beer

Dear future child,

I suppose someday you'll be reading this. If the internet still exists by then, not replaced by something greater and much more dangerous.

I hope I make a good mother. I hope I brush your hair each night, and tuck you in tight. You'll someday get a puppy for Christmas if you haven't already, with a big red bow. Sorry to spoil the surprise.

Today, I've got the Blues. I know I'll get out of it.

But for now. They're here.

Is Art just a symptom of an Artist's disease? I am sick.

I am about to witness my second decade, my dear child. I'm planning to spend the Countdown on the beach, by the lake, with a bottle of cranberry Champanade under a blanket, with my Romeo. Bliss. How about you?

xx

It goes without saying...

''Someday poets will write our names out in ink and in tears.''

See you tomorrow. To the stars and back.





and one day, ill be standing there in the alamo park looking down over the city that took our hearts and youll be there we can sit and stare