I only count one star.

Before the time of dust and love

We had the planet.

Love all the walking beings

For there was a tree for everyone.

a Blue stone.

Pass the train, on my way, with a heart full of confidence.

There she is, the little girl, all the way from Spain.

Her hair in braids, one on each side, brown was the color.

Potato colored skin, soft and delicate, time will tell.

Eyes that glow, open the whole room, many souls have lived.

On and on, the years past, now the girl is dead.

Her Soul will live on through her Garden of Life.

I LOVE YOU ALL- going to BT's Smokehouse in MASS! They have BBQ TOFU! SCORE!!!! I will write later tonight.
xxxooo torrr

;)

Friday.

Come home and kick your shoes off

Hit your brother in the head with the phone, huh?

I don’t want your money, I don’t want your drinks.

Don’t worry about me, I can handle this.

Alone is how I like to be, with only me.

When you are alone you can smell better 

And your mind isn't cluttered with other people’s thoughts.

Face.

I see faces in the sea, they have two wide eyes.

I see faces in the trees, they have long noses.

And I see faces in the bees, large eyes and no nose.

I see faces on me, millions at a time.

None of them talk.

Circles Inside Circles.

You know you know which way the wind may blow,

Your hair it flows, while my tiny car goes.

Here.

There.

Everywhere.

You know you know which way the wind may blow,

Your hair it flows, while my tiny car goes.