"autopilot" midnovember's cold air fills my lungs while she educates, my mind swells, my heart listens closely with my eyes darting from sea to stars with my fingers in the sand and my toes in my docs i can breathe easy now that i'm here but i still don't know what to say or how i'd put it if i had last night's title: "nothing is too much because nothing is enough" except maybe the veiw or her voice tonight i came home to my cramps my walls my queen-size matress my organic chocolate milk and my protective mother thinking of no one... nothing or maybe everything? concepts and theories like bees to my brain peircing poisonous persuasion toward enlightenment i left my spirit on the beach and it's making its way back through brush and paved ways through the lost and the forgotten paths that lead me all the way here and when it gets back to my body my spirit and i will walk on rock on in rhythm with reason and logic