existence, versus the lack thereof

It rained and its over a shooting star

Landed directly on our broke down little car

We fold and we had made a wish

That we would be missed

If one another just did not exist

 

Cause thats what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting on, aren't we?

That's what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting for darlin'

 

Lyrics from the Modest Mouse song "Little Motel" ... it's a catchy and soft, moving song that I've been hooked on lately.

 

Image taken this past Spring at the Ira Keller fountain: Zero Image self-portrait, approximately two minutes.

Done