'bowl of oranges'

and I came upon a doctor
who appeared in quite poor health
I said, 'there's nothing I can do for you
you can't do for yourself'
he said, 'oh, yes you can, just hold my hand
I think that that would help'
so I sat with him a while
and I asked him how he felt
he said, 'I think I'm cured
no, in fact I'm sure of it
thank you stranger
for your theraputic smile'

so that's how I learned the lesson
that everyone's alone
and your eyes must do some raining
if you're ever gonna grow
when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself
it's best to compose a poem
an honest verse of longing
or a simple song of hope...
--bright eyes

fruit bowl.


my subconscious has been working overtime.
dreams of people and things I'd rather forget.
it makes me very sleepy in the day.