the phonograph and a little dream to be dreamt

birds singing in the sycamore tree.

what a funny name for a funny plant. craving answers i already have and too many cough drops. what happens when the leaves have fallen and the snow has melted? what happens when the sun loses its heat. what happens when the familiar bench is gone. things that represent something else will never be able to replace the object itself. so comes the feeling of loss. no taking it back. lalallaa.

sigh.