Sunday, March 15, 2009

Romeo And Juliet In A Getaway Car

Watched the shuttle take off tonight... and as it pushed across the sky I was reminded that the flame always burns brightest just before the oxygen is used up.

Palm Beach nights, where the sidewalk ends and the stars lead the way back home. All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that is the tragedy of living.

Sending get well cards to fallen stars and signing them "I know how it feels." Took a shot at the world and missed, but I'll never stop reloading.

My "those were the years" have turned to "that was just a phase."