keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Saturday, Dec. 31, 2005 - 5:34 pm >>
the longest dream

the air is hot, awkward and stifling. a little breeze would soothe the tired skin. a few loose strands of hair. dried up paint on teenage toes. clouds know no sorrow these days. it hasn't rained for weeks.

the point of it all is that we forget our previous summers and relive our dreams as if they were real. like a record that's been put on repeat for a long, long time.