10.05.2002

last night. a small boy played music for us. and nothing has induced group swaying before, we were together and holding hands. bright eyes rimmed by blue light and pouring red wine down his throat. you will you will you will you will. and the tragedy meets the beauty. and love everyone. the lights coming into the audience causing us to blink with fresh sunshine. flute and harmony and keyboard with undersea colors or bassoon and guitar and trumpet in warm fire colors. he sings through the microphone and into bodies that are breathing. and you just get so lost in the feeling.
some things are hard to explain.
i wanted to cry.
and i wanted to smile bigger than anything in the world.
i asked conor oberst a question.
"will you cuddle with me tonight?"
and he blushed.