ottmar liebert 8/4/08

I'm on a train goin' home
under skies so troubled, so clear
through cities so far, so near
and I'm stuck here, just me and my mind
thinking thoughts on love and life and god
and it's like every thing's real slow.
it's terrible and real slow.
beautiful and slow.

betty love -- i wish you were closer to me, that we had another means of communication, that your warmth was once again found in a sea of cold and dead. i miss you without really knowing you, but then again, i do. it's funny how our brains are / were connected -- how we both left notes in each others' carry-on, wishing for a relationship that could never be. you changed me -- or at least helped show me who i already was. thank you.