What is praised is one, so the praise is one too, many jugs being poured

into a huge basin. All religions, all this singing, one song.

The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight looks slightly different

on this wall than it does on that wall and a lot different on this other one, but

it is still one light. We have borrowed these clothes, these time-and-space personalities,

from a light, and when we praise, we pour them back in.

mevlana jelaluddin rumi - 13th century

I open my notebook, press these green memories between the pages like leaves. I will put this book away and wait for Time to turn memories into stars, red and blue.

I hold some candy in my hand, I guess as I grow older I become more childish just like you already are Woman, you who are laughing in the distance.

In my eyes, the city lights up. there are storms predicted tonight, cars move like ants,flashing tails on the highways and I guess it will take me a hundred days to run the seven hundred miles to you if I begin right now.

I don't know if I can run that long I don't know if I will scream or laugh next I guess both of them are the same aren't they? What do you think?

I am petitioning NASA to build us a Time Machine. What do you say?

I would go back to that night when your eyes were with mine, watching the sky through the window panes. Now I just see my lonely eyes full of pain.

What are the reasons to belive that I will be around to see snow falling like joy or joy that flows like you? Tell me how will I get to kiss the constellations that move on your skin?

I need that Time Machine before these memories turn to rust I need to feel the taste of your lips before summer turns into fall and fall freezes into winter snows falling all around you and me.

need a Time Machine.... give me a Time Machine... just need a Time Machine tonight else need you to be with me....

What do you say?

2002:08:25 18:30 Atlanta It has been many days since I have seen you.... I think I should....