How time flies when you're eating cookies, beautiful, delicious cookies, just the thing for celebrating a birthday, or another special occasion like Sunday, or Tuesday. Tuesday, there is nothing quite as good as celebrating today, especially when you anticipated the celebration yesterday.
Little notes may be a way to practice, to sharpen my metaphor, to find phrases and turns that might be useful, but if the little notes lead to nothing more, if there are no bigger notes, or if I have nothing to say in my bigger notes then, well, what is it all about.
Who but I
Waiting for a change, waiting for a miracle. It is I that must change, it is I that...