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

<< Saturday, Nov. 10, 2007 - 8:49 am >>
no absolutes?

so maybe his absolutely is really my maybe after all. he has not written me, am i slowly fading into oblivion already? a statue cast in the past. a soda bottle sinking in the beach sand.

maybe i'm not even the whoosh of a passing car in the grand soundscape of his. i'd be lucky if i was a low hum of nothing that fades before the morning breaks and the birds chirp and the world returns back to normal programming.

(he's probably swimming in the pacific sea as i write this ... drying his body in the sun and not knowing the pun.)