*I AM YOU Gratefully Dead: Experiencing Through Community, Communication, and Celebration I want to travel back fifty years to the parking lot of a Grateful Dead show; sitting in my light blue lawn… Continue reading
Her to him is me to you. Him to me, I suppose we are through
I do not feel I do not see I picture you, as you forget me
It’s hard to be happy, when all you see is ocean. It goes on forever, and I just stay here, once.
I’m picking all the flowers up off of my face, I’m scheduling my appointment with death, So, remember to save the date
I’ll dye my hair black and run around the room, Head full of optimism, but all my hope leads to doom, I’m all dark, in the corner, alone in some random room
I met one to remember and in wake of that, Let us remember to not forget