I�m driving. Staring back at me, I can see them. Standing side by side they break darkness in exchange for wake. Defense--less, But how much more can I take? How much longer can I satisfy the fear that one day I'll be here, the first line of defense to the only theory that makes any sense at all. I try to understand the algebra of love. And the science of the reality that comes with fate. But still, I can fall in love forever with these entities. And these contradictions brush against my flesh like a pummel in the sky. Memories--Breathing through the sunrise of another waking day. Tearing through me well along the way. Good-bye my friend.
I think I'll head west this summer.
Somehow where it lies. For every dream I never remembered another touched the sky. I never said goodbye. I never said I'm sorry for the things I couldn�t be, the places we would see and the attention I would need. But you said it best when you would sit in the kitchen, laughing out loud at the silly jokes I would make with a slight gesture of fault at the end. Without a car and anything do because we both never knew what this meant but we didn�t want it to stop. And here I am, at a red light again.
Sneezing of dust compiled between the door and the steering wheel.