spark

a small tiny little spark only. but your smile ripped some of the clouds apart. i am listening to the beach house on myspace. i revel in photographs of golden times when i was barely 18 years old. and my mind keeps wandering off to the moment the videochat came through yesterday night. and that smile of yours.
today in the doctors office i was reading such interesting articles on movements in the anthroposophical scene. young people opening their minds, asking difficult questions and such. great!
and i. i sit in the doctors office and read. then i think of you. and smile.
there is so many things i still wanna do and find out. maybe i will meet someone. hoping not to be held up by my past.
just keepin on, keepin on.
the beach house music
and it's kind of late at night already. i have a beautiful home.
i love you kiddo, i always will
it's not like that
i will
but you know, we both know that it's time to fly on. and nothing will be lost or forgotten
because i loved you so
and still will
always
so.