I like the sunrise: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=soyH1RmYi7I
Sinatra
I still remember the little girl I heard singing it. She hit the word SUNRISE-and it lasted all day.
I wonder about the difference between Art and everyday work, and the painfulness. Walking across times square and seeing the sparkling stars on the sidewalk, crushed glass, but matching the stars above.
The drunk girl peeing in the bushes, walking me, she was so unhappy, and oh so rich. I was hapy to escape into a job I hated, but offered me clear expectations.
I work a few blocks away. The coffee shop is closed now. I still think of that block, and of the sunrise.
Sinatra
I still remember the little girl I heard singing it. She hit the word SUNRISE-and it lasted all day.
I wonder about the difference between Art and everyday work, and the painfulness. Walking across times square and seeing the sparkling stars on the sidewalk, crushed glass, but matching the stars above.
The drunk girl peeing in the bushes, walking me, she was so unhappy, and oh so rich. I was hapy to escape into a job I hated, but offered me clear expectations.
I work a few blocks away. The coffee shop is closed now. I still think of that block, and of the sunrise.
