we are essentially drifters.aren't we.
terrible green monster attack today.
pointless also.
can my memories.and put them away.

Reve de Juillet

Lonely afternoons with a disarming quietness outside
broken by one cough,when I can give up the entire world for you,and like
the aftertaste of your nearness..tears flow and I wrap
a precious piece of your hair around my finger,a little broken..your sky fills my head with a madgirl fervour and I try preserving this perfect world,as the next moment brings fear of the wretched..of the unknown silence,from your window-the alluring grey windswept citysong
and inside your song I want to live again-citywalls and stillframes..
create you suddenly
and whisper your name with a sealed prayer,as you spin tunes of the earth..