What is beautiful?

Sometimes my mind is too strong to carry on. When I am alone, when I’ve thrown off the weight of this crazy stone, when I’ve lost all care for the things I own, that’s when I miss you, that’s when I miss you, that’s when I miss you - you are my home.
(i love that song)

Come see The Yellow Boat. It is sad, and good.
tbird's auditorium 7 pm. thurs-sat.

the poem in my last update was written for my great grandmother, who died a year ago. The last few years of her life, when i visited her- which was rarely- i'd say "i love you" and she'd say "No, you don't, you don't even know me." And i thought, wow, i could probably say that to a lot of people too.

Then i realized it could have been the Alzheimer's talking, and she, actually, didn't really remember who i was.