High like a helium balloon
Midnight to noon
I'm a desert child
And mountains make me nauseous
I like to look up wild at an infinte sky
Twinkling with diamonds
It's true I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
Undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness
Thinking of the night song of your hair
On the way back home from the Christmas weekend celebration.
D. and I stopped at the side of the Turnpike NB so he can take a piss.
While he did that I got out and just looked out at the Universe
It was magical!
There was no light pollution. There are so many stars to see. They all shine so bright.
It was wonderful to stop just for a moment.