How many people ask you to come share their life?
Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.
There is no God, there is only what you want.
I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.
The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?