pretty picture

we painted a pretty picture tonight, didn’t we? truth and beauty and a little bit of insanity thrown in, just for kicks. happiness was the end result.

i don’t know why things can’t always be this way. but if i had my way, i’d put part of tonight in all of my days. head back, eyes closed, car speeding along. “brick” playing and laughter filling in the silent spaces.

it didn’t last forever. none of this will. it’s already started, this descent to the end. the beginning of the end. and the beginning of a new start. whatever.

point is, tonight ended. just like things always do.

but damn. didn’t we paint a pretty picture tonight?