Saturday, January 23, 2010


holes to fill, time to chart, comforts to be reclaimed. so deeply carved into my heart, these people whose lives i can only be ghost in. a city is frozen in temperature and time, but has already changed completely without me. i hear it is warmer now. i hear the gap i left is closing fast.

my neighbor two doors down from me was singing very loudly yesterday:
"i don't care where we go, i don't care what we do. i don't care pretty baby, just take me with you"
wish you were here to sing/dance along.

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