baby baby oh

chip chip chatter. the patter of feet down the wooden hallway. they are wearing their onesies and I hear their soft laughter of in the distance. a distant beach, the ocean swells, it was night time and we were drinking wine illegally. Baywatch was in it's current configuration. Late at night and we had lost a steppe. Terraced boundaries, terrace farming, and the far off thoughts of a terrorist. It was dark, it was blue, but we had to navigate by the light of the stars. You're kidding me? was that really a UFO or WTF or a FML? or were they all abbreviations for something else that was less disastrous? the waiting joke, the killing time, and the killing joke all added up to nothing once we opened the passenger side of the door. The airbag wasn't released, all we got was the residue of gunpowder in our faces. the bullet train to Tokyo, and this is what I imagined it may be. Our heart stopped for a brief moment, and we needed the defibrillator to bring us back to life. Air Trans, Jet Blue, Southwest, and Virgin, they were all discounted this week so we took the next flight. I can point to the compass and say this is where we'll land. Though those are the destinations and the questions that we can only ask ourselves once we are there.