Love truly is blind, this woman in Pikes Place Market was singing on a corner and was truly blind. There was something really sad about this, yet she seemed so happy. Maybe she just loved blindly enough that she didn’t need to see, she could just believe. Some times it is better to live that way. It is easier to believe blindly than have to stare the truth in the face everyday. I wonder which kind of person she is, a believer or a seeker.
Which are you?
Come take my hand
and lets fly away
fly away from here
lets find a world
without the constant
of noise and death
we will stand together
on the brink of insanity
with out hands held tight
and we will never let go
bear with me
the pain of the coming years
when I grow distant
pull me back down
when I become darkened
be my only light
when everything is just too much
be my simple love
lets watch the world burn
from atop our aeroplane
held up by strings
so thin it could cut
be careful you say
the world isn’t our toy to play
oh how right you are
we are the toys
of a globe spun too fast
where reality and insanity
come frighteningly close
lets fly
fly away
put your hands over my ears
protect me from the onslaught
of the world’s words
be the barrier between
the world and me
save me
whisk me away
so we can forever fly away
I found this photo and I decided to add a strange little poem to it that I just wrote for today. And yes, I know I spelled airplane wrong, I did that one purpose.
What does this look like to you? Me, I think it looks like a drag queen being abused by some strange deranged person. Actually, that is just me being attacked by my friends.
Can you tell how much my friends love me? 
Well I love them no matter what they do to me. Let me give you a brief glimpse of my life through this picture.
I hate it when people touch my hair. Two of my best friends attacked me, dragged me out onto the grassy knoll, ditched me, then tackeled me, dragged me back to our spot, then held me down and put my hair into the most hideous pair of pig tails you will ever see.
Yah, that is my normal day. That and my retailiation of getting them back, that part is yet to come. 
People say I am weird, but what they don’t get is that my friends are just as weird as me in their own way. That is why I love them. They attack me, I attack them back, that is my life and I am pretty content with that.
While Downtown the other day with a friend I saw a postcard of two prarie dogs kissing. I then picked it up, showed it to my friend and said:
I have seen them do that.
She didn’t believe me, here is my proof of prairie dogs kissing. The second picture just cracks me up because I caught it sticking his tongue out. Very funny.