and today you were not a dot dot dot, leaning forward expectantly, and i was not in such a rush to insure my autonomy
2004-04-20 & 7:02 a.m.

it's slipping away, in hues of colors we can't quite define, into the early mornings and the last evenings. the days grow louder and longer, and boldness is perhaps not deemed as such. the two-lane highway takes us into a place for getting lost, where you're not sure when the corn fields end and the sky begins. hesitancy is futile in our world these days; i told him there's always enough time for anything, something i learned these last four years. we've all grown up; we understand this isn't a race against time anymore, but rather, life. everything is fleeting, and so we laugh while we can.