hsupertiger

bleeding blue. the weather has been impossibly perfect for swimming the last few days; a solitude i enjoy in the face of the oncoming winter. they've cut the long grasses along the fence, although i do not recall seeing the stalks falter, fade. leaves curl in spiderwebs slung from tree to brush to iron bar. we sleep with the window open at night, and night falls surprisingly fast. time slows in the dark; each time i wake, i look to the clock and expect morning, and the long night hours ahead are not the relief or promise of restful sleep that they would normally be. there is an aching in the hollow of my hips tonight that keeps me awake and

sometimes the old words are still the best. even 6 years later, they remain relevant. ------------------------- it felt like summer, a few nights ago. i sat on my floor and realized, i can't handle things like i used to. things fall apart. you just have to try not to blink, or you'll miss it. you'll just be hit by the avalanche, and wonder where the hell it came from, here, where it feels so briefly, deceivingly, like summertime.