i am packing. packing to move far away. packing to move far away for an undisclosed amount of time. this most assuredly requires a certain amount of cleaning out. of going through things. like pictures and journals and gifts. memories in boxes. memories in frames. here are a few things i found.
-us-
it doesn't matter how many days
or smokes
or kisses and hugs
have passed between us.
friends like us
are inseperable
tied together
by something much more
than these old bones
and tired eyes.
when hearts share beats
and smiles
and tears
for even a short amount of time
it allows all involved
a glimpse of something bigger.
bigger than
our minds could make up
or substance could create.
journal entry:
you can't draw out your life on paper hoping that somewhere along the way you'll get it right. you can't day dream up the dimensions of your future without missing something. i hate that i can't stop thinking about you. i hate even more the fact that i don't want to. i must be falling in love, because silly things i let bother me before are now insanely attractive. i know one thing for sure. if we end up married, i'd never get bored.
-dock talk-
new friends and narcissistic stars,
catching our reflections in the lake.
we smoke too much
and take canoes to the island to play.
we don't even know eachothers' birthdays,
but none of that matters when
we can laugh and mean it
for the first time in days...
perhaps i will share more as i uncover more of my past selves. this could get personal. hah
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