places i want to be, places i've been, places i remember so distinctly, so succinctly, so scrumptious, enjoyable, and all that, all these things and more, and maybe august is the new february, and supplex is the new cotton, but things digress and egress, and away and towards, falling softly towards heaven, and hoping, blissfully dreaming, the eyes wide shut, and hearing all the things you want to know and have and be, but it gets you no closer to where you're not. little things, baby things, funny things and sweet things, playing dress up, playing sugary sweetness and cotton candy goodness. scene. images played out to scripts written only in my head, imaginations in a china shop, no safer than a bulldozer, but dreams, wonderings, thoughts provoked by stolen glances, and play, rewind, play, fast forward, stop, pause, play, rewind, frame by frame of the mind's eye. and i wonder.