we lay in the sun. getting free somewhere. save the breeze save the saying of anything. thoughts of past times. dreams on paper writ and pulled, lost. in an unclear fashion. sunday and numbers.

where are you andre. i drove by your neighborhood and thought of you.

come away, teach me sweetheart...

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they came in three. its always in threes. like memories of highschool. like witchcraft. oh the weight and the wait the way that i never had enough of myself to myself nor enough of that in itself to share, not enough of it. i let the feelings subside the panic dissipate, let the time cascade and i felt it out. i didnt get on the plane, it was the ( Read more... )

history is getting the best of me.

a few days. a few days of avoidance, bottles and haze. of quiet contemplation for the lack of better words. once in a blue moon i consider turning it over, the every now and then thought...brings up the past.

everything has the capability of changing. all in a day. my fingers are sticky and sweet.

my long hard heart attack. it all sits in the bottom of my stomach. like swallowing lead. like being 16. multi-tasking. occupying. satisfying. not giving up but giving in and backtracking on dreams. time is money.

rent is due tomorrow. i dont have it.