…we shy away from our true intentions, and do the right thing–even if (in the moment) all we want is to stay.
we flew in the dark
and arrived in the morning.
Sleepy eyes are fighting mid-afternoon and hungover skies.
This has been is a long day.
losing pretentions when there’s nothing to do
Today decided it was summer.
Finally.
late nights and cool breezes
it’s not always a long drive home…just a long way to sleep.
all of a sudden
…i miss everyone.
and there’re two days before i’m gone for real–if only for a summer.
it feels like a lifetime.
we ride the streets at four in the morning
…we wave at emo-kids as we pass by.
summer comes in cold
…and we all breathe easy, if only for a week of freedom before the travel starts. Wandering forth through gray and windy city streets, I find innocence clearly–and something missing. It was naive to think it’d lessen with one final circle, or writing my name, because in freedom comes a venturing imagination and wasting time in slow days congealed with a sun that (for now) remains still hidden in the gaping Northern schziophrenia.
But summer’s never far off, in gold and warm air blowing rose. We’re standing on the edge of…
distractions were like summer
…and we fell into them early, hours.minutes.days before we were supposed to.
when you left, summer left with you.
we saw, there was
in the quiet arms we fell, it wasn’t as though we knew
then, the moments were like cascades
and we were whispering. sickly sweet
it dripped through us then. alone
and quiet, we watched it
fade to reverie like forgetting.