(grab sullen gasps)

My brain is the dizzying line that keeps us larger than this life (whose words were left back on the soot stained party floor to let our ghosts sleep sound without bodies between us and that wish we left carved upon the tree miles from here and years before we realized there'd never be a time when we could see forever in the languid look of a lover's eyes [no matter how prophetic]).

And i'm just glad to have it.

Even if i can't read it this late in the night.