6.12.06
An hour of tossing in bed to see the moon in its absolute. This has been happening for some nights now. Periodic spasms of a dull discomfort. In a way, it is kind of nice. Rarely do you see it so alone and so very happy.
At Eleven, we went to the beach. The moon made it's way through the clouds in the perfect second, but just. I've never seen Morro Bay from there in such dark. I want to believe you were there, because you were. In the truck ride home, we sang the only lyrics we knew of Frère Jacques at the top of our lungs. Frère Jacques. Frère Jacques..
An hour of tossing in bed to see the moon in its absolute. This has been happening for some nights now. Periodic spasms of a dull discomfort. In a way, it is kind of nice. Rarely do you see it so alone and so very happy.
At Eleven, we went to the beach. The moon made it's way through the clouds in the perfect second, but just. I've never seen Morro Bay from there in such dark. I want to believe you were there, because you were. In the truck ride home, we sang the only lyrics we knew of Frère Jacques at the top of our lungs. Frère Jacques. Frère Jacques..
posted by Anthony at 2:21 AM
2 Comments:
for sixteen, as your profile says, you're a very good writer. remind me of when i used to write all the time, and was actually good. now i'm a rustbucket who likes to believe i could be polished and perform just as i did before. keep it up, and thanks for visiting my page.
what did the other part of your comment say?
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