busby berkeley

tonight the air was light.
it filled my lungs with dancing feet -
i breathed in real deep ((the way i can only do on spring nights)) -
i fluttered between day dreams
and the wind from the car window moved my self-cut, too short blonde bangs.... and with intensity, i just missed. i want there to be boundaries between happy and sad. i don't want to feel them at the same time.
if i had to choose only one - i'd have a run in with happiness - named something subtle& in a coffee shop. tonight, in that coffee shop, rosie thomas might be playing - and happiness might have a white chocolate mocha.

or maybe an iced-t on a swing set far away from walls. ((that's the one i choose)) a subtley named happiness -- barefoot and filthy with spring dirt