stars

and the stars don't shine for me and you even though I'd like them to and every day is shorter than the last
- the indelicates, stars



okay
I was walking home tonight and I'm a little buzzed. When I turned onto my street the difference in light was palpable. Morris is just a sleepy little street with a few houses and you could see the stars much more clearly than you can when you're on court with all the lights shining
and I started thinking as I was stumbling home, staring up at the night sky, looking at the stars, the same stars that Dad and I used to watch through a telescope in our backyard on nights when my mom would let me stay up past bedtime so I could have Daddy time, I thought about how as things change they really stay the same
because even when you can't see the stars, they're still there
even when I'm changing I'm still there
the core of who I am is not going to change
and I think that's what has scared me so much
so
I don't know if this made sense but I knew if I went to sleep before recording it I would lose it
so there