je t'aimais, je t'aime, je t'aimerai
2004-11-23 & 3:00 a.m.

august is waving to us, drunkenly disguised in a firefly's last ode to a spinning sidewalk: the barefeet and the concrete. there were the december ideals all along; je t'aimais, je t'aime; je t'aimerai. never having been so honest in a relationship,the only place i know to go is happiness. let's let go and scream it into the gravel, oh let's be cold and all dressed up with no shoes.
my breath shall become more distinct the farther west i go. my heart, a little less so.