Nice poem reminder from my book on tape:
Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost
"Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
I want to stay gold. Not turn green. To keep my youth. To be a flower. Not a leaf.
Fine day. Too much chatter at the end, but such is life sometimes. Got home in time to try to catch up on e-mail, but ah...so much. Must now play some guitar and sleep.
It'll be a tough night for sleep. I'm feeling chattery. chattery. chattery. Fighting my natural directness is tough.
Who do I want to be? Such an important, hard question. People are tough. You know, where tough means hard to figure out. Why would it be so wrong for me to just say, "I want to be your friend. Do you want to be mine?" It is. It shouldn't be, darn it...
9:56:08 PM 
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