11.28.06

The clouds will turn to sillouettes
and the shapes will resemble something more or less
of the dreams we had together
holding hands while the game played on
filling our lungs with the cold night of November

11.22.06

I'm going to surprise you one day. Everything will be new.
I promise.

11.13.06

Someday I'll write a song.

It'll be called "Caleb and the Heart-shaped Balloon"

11.6.06

It's 77 degrees. In November. 'Tis a lovely night, yeah?