banging themselves silly...

Hey.. so ya today is sunday. How did it get to be sunday so soon? I'm not sure where my days went. One day fell into another.. So I sat outside today, I rested my head on some cracked pavement and let some ants discover my leg. What are you thinking down there little ant? How does the world look from all the way down there? How do we look from all the way up here? Is a puddle an ocean and do pebbles pose a problem? Do you war with the worms? and have you ever taken tea with a termite? Little ant, what do you wish for? Do you wish to be beautiful like some big headed butterfly or mysterusly sad, like some moping midnight luner moth.. Ant Ant Ant.. At night when all the bugs are banging themselves silly.. are you asleep and do you dream? The sky was fuzzy and I was dazed. Where were you? I thought about it. I thought about having a friend, what that would be like. How would it be to call somone on the phone and ask them to come over for a little while. Thinking about it makes me smile, a friend. You know one of those things, one of those people who could see you in your pajama's with maple syrup drizzled across your chest and your breath smelling like last weeks take out. They would still like you. I find myself thinking of that alot.. to have people to go out with, just so you wouldnt have to go out alone. Hey wanna go to the movies? go find someplace in the park? We could get some chalk or blow some bubbles? How about a bike ride or a lemon-aid stand.. A friend is a good thing. Like winnie the pooh and brier rabbit.. we wouldnt have to hang out by ourselves, you cant get lost with a friend.. wherever they are - you are too. I am getting shivers. Theres a smiling spreading itself across my face.. Walking down the street on some sunday afternooon, just you and your buds.. like the fantastic four on holiday. You, them.. and all of your super powers combined. Laughing at stuff only we would find funny.. whispering shivers and talking thoughts..