This came from something my husband Cass and I talked about, back in December of 2004. You might find a message for you in here.
“Cass said I climb stairs to keep going up floors,
but I never know which floor I wanted to be on.
I only try for the highest floor,
which could be a roof,
and it could be cold and raining up on the roof.
And no one else is there.
While on some floor
a big party could be going on…
Wouldn’t I want to check out the party?”
Originally published: Nov 17, 2006 @ 15:12
