i gave her chicago and an ugly doll. she put up with me for a week and then gave me silence. if only i could stop caring. or get some words. like the end. strangely, hope endures in a pessimist's mind. what happened?

she's leaving tomorrow. right now she's entombed in a blanket fort in my living room. sheltered from the outside. she cried a little. and all i could do was hold her hand. it was as much for me as for her. and i thought, maybe if i don't let go then time will stop. if only such things were possible.

he's watching everything that helped make him here leave, disappear. and he's happy for them. but he can't help but feel a little empty inside. is he still the same when they are gone? when the scaffold takes it self apart and departs? and how much longer can running in place on the corner last? when will the signal change? walk. maybe he just needs to go frogger and make a dash for it. maybe he has to get hit by a few semi's. even if they do hurt. a lot.

posted by adam @ 2:48 AM