dreams of the sea caught way inland
Thursday, Jun. 03, 2004 @ 12:23 a.m.

a metaphor for a missing moment, where every breath was to mean something more and where only motion made our being simple. we shifted ourselves ceaselessly. we failed to fill our souls.

i've drawn on all my memories of contentment. i've completed nothing. i lift my hand, i force a laugh, i act my part. sine wave...

i think of you. as ever, fondly. another transient memory of a memory. another breath at sunrise. it feels, but fails, to be somewhere nice. i think roswell, think drunken demotic discussion. i'd be all of that. a false memory would be everything.

your discarded poetry, a solecism to my day life.