dusty as the handle on the door..

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Oh, how I love coming back home! I just love going back home! I’m a very 'homy' person, as many others describe me.. I could literally stay at home for weeks!

Yesterday, on my hour & a half journey back home, I was staring at the sun & the moon.. Have you ever noticed that when the sun fades, it fades from down & carries on upwards? Like the lower half first, and then gradually, it’s all gone?! And have you ever noticed that at a lotta times, you find mr. moon & mrs. sun in sight at the same time? And I wonder what people think of those dark patches on the moon? Do they like the moon as it it, or wish it was fully white without them patches?

The moon was full yesterday.. And the sky wasn’t clear.. And I almost blacked out! I was so close to fainting & falling.. I tripped in front of all of them men & women.. Everything started getting darker.. I had to shut my eyes for a while.. It’s so bad loosing balance.. But still.. My asthma climbs the charts..

And oh, I also enjoyed seeing that tree standing alone in the desert.. Wonder what it’s story was.. And wonder how is it hanging in there.. Praise the Lord! He willed for it to live & grow.. And wonder if the deja vu I had yesterday, was 'cuz of thinking about what I was doing way too much, as I've been told..

When the night comes, I prefer the world changing all it’s white lights & replace them with those kinda yellow ones.. And if they can’t do that in the streets, then at least in their homes.. Please?

I wonder how are the people, who were in that thrown half burnt car I saw in the middle of the way, doing.. And wonder if I’m a real dummy.. And keep on wondering..

And again, how I love coming back home!

"The prettiest thing

I ever did see

Was lightening from the top of a cloud

Moving through the dark a million miles an hour

With somewhere to be

So why does it seem

Like a picture

Hanging up on someone else's wall

Lately I haven't been myself at all

It's heavy on my mind

I'm dreaming again

Like I've always been

And way down low

I know

The prettiest thing

I ever did see

Was dusty as the handle on the door

Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor

Looks like home to me

I'm dreaming again

Like I've always been

And way down low

I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing"
~By Norah Jones ~