decade

sun-flame
august 14, 2003
security: friends only

the light shines dim and all your fears turn soft and calm

the heat screams and slides into me, sent from the west and created with his violence. water hangs in the air like memories and i cannot swim away from this life. i cannot get away.

bruce springsteen on the radio and i’ve got nothing left to love and i’ve got no one left to sing to. and he whispers, he steals, and he sings the truth and i blister as the sun flames in that western heat and we are ashamed.

men and their tanned arms swing and miss and i am simply a four-letter work found in every mistake. ███ sat and he smiled and he picked me out and he opened something somewhere i can only point to and he said he said to me,
baseball was always a metaphor she’d use.

but who was she? these women are always faceless.

(have any of you missed me?)

listening to: b.s. - thunder road
mood: inspired

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(2003-08-14 20:23:26)
yes. even if i’m not sure who “you” are. <3

(2003-08-14 20:24:19)
miss you. y…