i said i love you, but i don't even know why
2003-12-26 & 2:55 p.m.

i would choose an italian villa to escape from you right now. or perhaps strawberry wine and chocolate fondue. a road in southern morocco, or swimming in the mediterranean.

but i cannot escape, and i'm not even sure i want to. with two cups of coffee, the horizon, patty griffin singing to us, i remember why i used to feel so safe with you.

there are his hands eyes pseudo-eclectic phrases and yes, his grammar atrocities in the name of love. but we agree on having wool sock parties, so perhaps, in the end, things really do work out.

may the voices inside you that fill you with dread make the sounds of thousands of angels instead