Jay

It took me twenty eight years to figure out that I don't owe anyone an explanation and that a real voice is too loud for language.

My feet are well muddied from a hundred different lawns.

Yep, now I'm just another dirty dog that dug under the fence one night and came back to find the hole patched, the lights off and an empty bowl with my name on it tossed out with the trash.

...Awwe come on.... you know I can't help it man the rain smelled so goood...

But it's okay, it's okay, I've been that sort of stray before - and I know how to angle just right to keep that heartfelt rib-kick from doing any real damage. So kick away, have a nice day and may we meet again in a new life.

I'll be the one dancing through the dandelions, my brow furrowed deep with ecstasy.

And you're still invited to dance with me.