love calls like the wild birds, it's another day, a spring wind blew my list of things to day away
2004-03-28 & 6:02 a.m.

i eat oranges squirtingly. they scent me for the rest of the day, allowing me to mix the smell of grass and frisbees and the arrival of spring with the lingering orange. i dance around the remnants of last night's s'mores, to the tune of madness and perhaps nothing less. the sky devoured us tonight, fingering our earlobes with its grey haze that made the ocean seem so near and my apathy so far.

i tend to forget it is exhausting not being with you. when our arms crashed together, i remembered. perhaps one day we will be walking down a sidewalk, somewhere in new york city or italy or morocco, and we will bump shoulders and say 'i have learned to sleep again.' i believe that will be a very good day.