the clouds are still movingpublished: 2011-06-30
My mother gave me a box. In it, one of my diaries. It was dated 1987.
"Radio still playing the same bullshit, birds talking their endless chatter, flies flying, clouds still move and trees still sway in the wind. God let me fly with the birds and sing their song, or let me be one of those clouds so I can blow away with the wind."