what is the difference between sunrise and sunset? i'm looking out my window after the sun falls below the hills, trying to pretend it's morning. what is the difference between someone walking toward you and someone leaving? either way you're alone.
donna and i were talking about dave, for some reason, and she said, "he left his cologne here. let's smell it and relive the summer." so we took it out of the drawer and sprayed it into the air. the memories were so much stronger than i thought they would be. i forgot that that smell was dave's cologne, i thought it was just "last summer." i can't put into words how the smell makes me feel. the sensation of being lost. and excess. being lost in excess. the incomprehensible vastness of everything. our desolate windswept apartment full of strangers. the sweet summer air with gusts of agony. i just wanted to stand there and breathe it in so i could feel that again.
to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory collide. the threat of death just withstanding, the sound of these birds where beauty won�t end.