Two years aged her into someone satisfyingly unrecognizable and startlingly undescribable.
Now I know that you can be ten minutes away or ten hours away... And I still won't know the difference.
Are we both alone tonight? Wondering if one another is still sane... Miles apart with congruent thoughts... Avoiding vices and chaotic virtues in an effort to prevent collapse and impending breakdowns? Or is it just me?
I swear you were just here... Warm and alive. Preparing for tomorrow... Not expecting to die. But now the bed is cold and the curtains have shut... Hiding white linen sheets left stained in disgust.
Summer of 2019 belongs to me... years away yet somewhere in-between. Friends with scooters and spilt milkshakes... tobacco shops and drunken mistakes. Uber drives in new scented cars... with unlikely dives at classy gay bars. Cigarette butts and cold wind nights... hotel keys and blurred city lights. Crooked smiles and shitty leftovers... With a pancake … Continue reading 2019
Headlights mark another highway like mismatched string lights. Lights of solemn beams endlessly cascading together to form vibrant clusters against the skyline... Eventually becoming nothing but hazy blurs in the growing distance... Until consumed by darkness... And gone from sight.
The images and sounds from those days have stayed with me. Just pieces of moments so innocent and random... Yet they cling and hang to me as stubbornly as wet clothing... That's unable to dry and impossible to disrobe.
Dark circles mark another night without rest. Another night with dreams too lucid and nightmares too obscene. Another night with a mind restless and writhing in every position. Another night with blankets in a choke-hold until light overcomes the curtains. Another night gone... And marked solely without rest.
I know those windows face the South... And somewhere beyond them is you.
Sun-bleached boards and weathered planks parted those sandy dunes... And they carried the thoughts and solemn footsteps... That once belonged to me and you.