We travel for r…

We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.

Ray Bradbury

Dead leaves

Dead leaves

if you can hear a piano fall
you can hear me coming down the hall
if I can just hear your pretty voice
I don’t think I need to see at all
don’t think I need to see at all

soft hair and a velvet tongue
I wanna give ya what you give to me
and every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me
is a tiny little gift to me

I didn’t feel so bad ’til the sun went down
then I come home
no one to wrap my arms around
wrap my arms around

well any man with a microphone
can tell you what he loves the most

Robert Frost

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.