can we call of this something else?
2004-06-19 & 11:22 p.m.

i'm a long way from here, from your furried eyebrows and the line between reality and fantasy. from the sunsets the keep coming, even though we all rant and rave and spit and swear that this, this is the end. the colors gain vibrancy; we create chaos in the midst of steadiness, and all for good reason. we are the ones who believe in magic, who sit for hours and watch the fireflies so we can stop asking do you love me/will you buy strawberries with me/ why is your hand so warm/ how do we start again? and so, why focus on the things we do not know. the things we think we cannot understand. if you feel love, believe in it, as you believe you can smell the orange juice stands in marrakech, or the way you could see the city lights end, and forever begin.

sitting there, listening to jazz, your face half-lit - that was forever. you, in red, living on lemonade, searching for something - that was forever. this, this is all forever.