“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

Peter said to Paul, “you know, all those words we wrote…are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go. Now talking to God is Laurel begging Hardy for a gun. I got a girl in the war, man I wonder what it is we’ve done.”

I miss you, even here, taking it all in.
is it possible to put this night to tune and move it to you?