Wednesday, April 2, 2008
the streets are fields that never die. i saw something beautiful tonite
do you remember when we used to run around stoned? nights warm in the arms of friendswe were closer- your eyes were stillthe laughter continues around us. they're on a different trip.we're alone now. it's too close.drugs are a solitary venture- but we can't meet otherwise-two visions have trouble finding eachother in the daylightwe're close. look. our imagery speaks gently between usthere's nothing missing here- our gestures are understood.you look like this all the time, but now i can see itit's quiet around us. my visions are wandering. we're beyond conversationcome with me farther into the night.this hill always felt like a dream- you're fadingwe're going to bed.