on the bathroom floor

I wish I wasn't. I love google earth. The sky is mind-blowing. Everything else seems so insignificant now. Had another of those nightmares, I really don't understand. I heard someone say an odd simple sentence so insanely loaded. Guess once we grow up our folksies can't appease us with toys and gadgets anymore, everything just gets more complicated, we grow older so do they. I can't listen to anymore stories from my dad. It's such a common ache, but it hurts real bad sometimes, missing the days when those characters really existed in my mind, when I really thought they lived in the house we drove pass. I don't want my dad to ever stop saying 'ohno' even in animated movies, how adults feign panic to increase the excitement for little kiddies. 15's not so big yet, right. This kinda bites.

(And the piano's actually a percussion instrument.)