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however so slight here i am, at the end of the summer, sweaty and drinking lemonade and thinking of the coming of the dusk mindframe. the tension in this house means it's time to pick the name of a place out of a hat (or perhaps something less cliched) and go there. after all, all i really want is a windowsill with flowers and the sky. nearly-finished peace corps application and a new boy with beautiful eyes who plays the guitar. but, as always, attachment is in one-dimension here, and i'll be gone soon. these transitions keep me going and tear me apart. i wish somewhere felt like home these days. he told me that sneezes smell like stinging cinnamon. i told him i want to take a cross country train ride. we glanced and went our seperate ways. it always happens that way. |
