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i will be out of town and away from internet access 6/27 - 7/1

posting will resume Sunday 7/1

Day 21

when will the day come?
i see the patterns
sense the doubt
know the truth
and wish only to forget the past

Day 20

my life
distilled
to muddy waters

Day 19

sidewalk
shadow
hide and seeklost contact
between the bars

lines written
never heard
listen closely.

Day 18

blue pink skies
below

your silly lips
lost hours and naked nights
unwind

Day 17

reflections sitting beneath
the sunshineof our perfect day.

Day 16

your missing light dwindles
among shadows
searching for something
that was never lost
from me to you.

Day 15

thoughts and memories piled high
fill my dreams
and wake me in the night
sometimes overwhelmed
still trying to make sense of it all

Day 14

Your plants died while we were away.
Last night in my dream they began to return to life
grounded and stable
climbing together
growing.

Day 13

Just to keep on moving
i keep going.where did i loose this sense of endlessness
days go by with out time to rest surrounding me
until the day i will collapse.

Day 12

building a life to exist
promise me
you understand.

Day 11

picture a perfect sunday.

Day 10

running late.repeat
repeat

Day 9

Nothing comes out or sounds right.
So I leave you with this:

Day 8

slowing passing the days away
while the sun shines outside
i wait to disappear.
you haunt my every move.

Day 7

I almost ran out of time
abruptly closing the hours

of labor followed by beer
and wine
and parents
it was the cherry on top,
my love.
thank you.

Day 6

looking for magic in between
the lost fragments of memorycame with pounding pavement and
reflections of past months found in your bed.although i was distracted, i still love you.

Day 5

feeling lost


wine helps

Day 4

spotted memories
past weekends
swept up with nowhere to go
forgotten
and left at our feet

Day 3

I cheated.
but, really
it's not what you think.


remember a time when you never want the night to end?
That's my excuse.

But I still managed to score this sweet dress.

Day 2

I didn't get as much done as I wanted today

I took this picture:

We were both sleepy.

Day 1

i rode the train into the suburbs to find my lost soul
I realized that, although I enjoyed the Art Museum, Berkeley does not inspire me.

A ghostly fairy crossed my path.
She whispered in my ear: it's all over now.