you know, taken out of context i must seem so strange
2004-03-23 & 12:06 p.m.

we speak the same language, but by rain i think you mean november. by love, i think i mean nonetheless. you are a character sketch, or perhaps a literature review. you said you're glad it all panned out, i'm just glad we all decided the window wasn't too far up to jump out of. that way, we can throw grand pianos and play them on the way down; we can define these tuesday afternoons with an opening of the door, a flick of our hair.

my thesis is almost finished, which means i can stop walking over these coals and calling them my own; we presume we are all dizzy to the point of saying we can tango.

and i wasn't joking when i said goodbye