Wednesday, September 23, 2009

003.



we are constantly moving
in the procession of time
what if we could see it
all at once?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

002.

Time always begins very slow
Slowest at the moment where I leave here
And I'm driving through nothingness, alone

I won't even stop at home
It's straight to you, no interruptions

Then, right when I'm finally near you
The speed of time seems to change
Going faster, and confusing us

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

001.

you are like that light
the pokes through closed blinds
and dances across the walls

even in mid-September
my room is warm from sunlight
the color of your eyes

no longer are you here
but your scent is on my sheets
even the bed stays warm

when you go away
you are still here
you are like that