Clear Blue Skies
My mind's still on the funeral. It's made me pensive and sappy.
I have no death wish - far from it. I have a master plan to live until I'm 100. But the plans of mice and men...
What I think about is whether or not I'll get to find out if my father is right or wrong.
My father, you see, believes me in. I don't know why, especially in light of my dismal track record in just about...well, everything. Yet, he thinks that I am capable of things I don't think I am.
He always says, The race is long, one day you'll fly.
Maybe he's just like every other dad in the world. Maybe he really believes it.
I like to think he believes it.
That's the real reason I don't just pack up and leave
to Beijing, Berlin or someplace where no one knows me, you know?
Because it would be nice if I could prove him right.
It would be nice if I could fly.
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