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eda-thoughts-digest      Thursday, August 9 2001      Volume 04 : Number 097




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  ET: today, it's been, a day. quite.                     [RJonthego@aol.com]

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Date: Wed, 08 Aug 2001 21:39:02 EDT
From: RJonthego@aol.com
Subject: ET: today, it's been, a day. quite.

 i'm awake
 the smell of sausages from the kitchen
 a bright salad in the fridge
 a happy dose of talking-to-strangers
 good music
 and solid ground beneath my feet.

 sometimes it's all i can do
 to hold onto the handrail
 sometimes it's
 all i can do to let go.
 today it's tough
 to sit quitly in a seat
 when buildings flash by you, and 

 you're a little bit homesick
 just for the familiar things
 but you realized all of a sudden that 
 bus schedules and planes
 make things easier
 to look back on fondly.

 good lyrics make me feel
 in love
 and i'm grasping for something that
 smells old and musty
 something so fragile it falls apart at my touch.
 i'm trying to remember colors
 and laughter
 poignant like the kitchen smells
 they're like an old trunk full of wisdom
 hidden in an ancient attic
 and my feet fall asleep beneath me
 as i sit on my heels
 and i wonder
 what if
 i exposed this to light?
 what if
 i got a breath of fresh air?

 each time a stranger smiles
 i let a little bit go
 each time i smile back
 i hold on a little bit tighter
 and the bus goes a little bit faster. 
 i look back
 on song lyrics and strangers smiles that seem familiar
 and i think
 that i'm grasping for
 something as fulfilling as a rainbow
 but at least
 i'm awake.

Roya

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