the click clack of the headboard mixed in with her moans kind of leaves not a lot to be imagined.

and then the air condition kicks on to cover it all up.

i want a house, away from other neighbors, settled back among some trees.

i want a dog that runs and barks and catches frisbees.

i want to read my kid bedtime stories. classics. the odyssey, hop on pop.

i want to watch my wife grow old.

i want to die first. i want to be selfish and say i can't live without you, so i won't.

i want privacy on all six sides.

i dont want my insecurities that stop me from completeness.

it's all about trust, isnt it? trust and love and faith and this grand great big circle.

it's about taking blessings and keeping them to your heart, knowing that it's a gift.

don't refuse it, don't refute it.

hold her hand when you've got the chance. be damned who sees. tell her you love her. be damned who hears.

it's about shaking the cold feet off and closing your eyes and holding your breath and jumping, falling backwards, twisting forward.

it's about not waiting for the air condition to kick in.

when the moment's right, the moment's right.

and when the girl's right, ah the moment's perfect.

a million points on one line.