like a virgin.

so lately i've been thinking,
and i think that i need something fresh.
like a brand new loaf of bread,
or a baby that hasn't been held yet.
something with silver plated armor,
with a center, whole and pure,
like someone that doesn't settle,
or the earth's molten core.
my friend he gave me a letter,
said 'i think this is what you need',
i read it all in full to find,
it was a recipe.
so now, ive got this recipe and,
i've been waiting to cook it up.
but i need someone with the right size hand,
to hold my measuring cup.
the ingredients are as follows,
one whole serving of them all.
and if we cook it up right,
it should be ready by the fall.
some passion, and some guava,
water, fire, ice and lava,
seeds and weeds and daffodils,
beads and thneeds and sugar mills.
stir it all in a coffee pot,
and you'll see what will grow,
a tree of all the most marvelous things,
and the answers for all you need to know.


that doesn't make any sense,
so don't mind it.


im feeling rather good the past few days,
writing again has really put me in a good place.


so i went to see this doctor,
and this is what he said,
he said 'i want you to write down all the things,
that make you feel like you are dead.'
so i paid him his fee,
and went home with just me,
to start this little list,
and as the list got longer,
my feelings got stronger,
on why i wanted to exist.

that was cool.
the end for now.