.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

5.18.2003

the air is the same
driving down this same old road again
the familiarity covers me in a soft vanilla blanket
and leads me on

.sitting in this darkness is brittle.

hesitate
climb out
stand up

full harvest moon smiles at me from the sky
and pushes me on
(pavement moving beneath my feet____)
through the lot
and into your waiting arms.

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