after that hefty evening
i had a word with a little bird
she said
sometimes
i imagine myself as a hydrogen bomb
blowing sky high,
and why not?
maybe some kind of radioactive gold would be made…
i said, well hell
thats heavy as the evening i just had little darlin..
but even though
you aint no hydrogen bomb,
we will still shine as bright as another sun
even in darkness..
Regular Clouds 