dallow, spicer, pinkie brown, cubitt

over the ocean, over the moon.
"sweetheart", my sweetheart...

i will see you soon.

and when you said soon, i thought you meant sooner.
i will meet you there. you can come here. .,,we can meet half way.

on an island. in an inlet. on a barge in the sea.

wherever, really.

gracefully, graceful. crazily flail. limbs and branches kicking around. i am flying. without path.

when part of you is sick, the rest of you might rush to catch up, because its hard to be the healthy one sometimes. it takes more work.

i made a list of things. Place we go, people we meet. I wake up and think it really happened. we ate cake. we ran into the trees and catapulted here and there. I was quick. you were sneaky. everyone keeps talking about the beard. its cool. whatever.

im growing one too.

i like toast with a little honey. you like it with that spread. nothing fancy. breakfast is important. i like it alright. toast and coffee is different than toast and tea.

chicago feels like fall in the air. my skin is cold. i wear a jacket in the summer.

how about where you are?