It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

"to love the space where love once lived is a pathetic hobby to have... like a brick wall to a brief kiss of the wind we experience some moments of high and enlightenment...

take good care, peace an much love...

tal"

...But what does it all mean??

Theo says: "We brick walls should remember this: as we press forward in our wallish lives, the wind will blow from time to time. It will blow again. Why else would flying a kite be so much fun?"

Perplexing at 10:07 a.m.
With "Desperado" stuck in my head.