Monday, August 17, 2009


I said I'd do it for six years. Dreams are lived was your business. It might bend their spoons, but that's just fine. Six hours, forty five minutes with only one stop for Dew and seeds. A red summer, a chameleon, a girl and her camera. The chaos made it what it was. Cell phones and dead zones. Who'd think to laugh instead of cry? 

Meet me by the railroad tracks.  A bridge spanning infinity. A Bird's song we haven't forgot.  An empty bottle of ranch, a dining room lost in gear, dirty dancing in the kitchen, to this we'll go back.  An adventure perfectly like any other I've had with you. Together or not, it's ours.  "Do you ever feel like we're just two little kids?" and we agree.

1 comment:

  1. Very poetic... just like your photos. Can't wait to see more! :)