"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
The Long Haul
Friday, October 19, 2007

Sitting at home, Sufjan Stevens on, waiting for Predatory Wasp of the Palisades to play, love the Illinoise, I can tell you, I love it each day.

My day has been:
arghbuttimerorchestrahate
WHAT!
lunchWHAT!
arghphysedagilities
Hamilton.

Thinking outrageously...if only I could read my thoughts like Sufjan. Perhaps you'd be more inclined to visit.
But I can't tell you, I hear the rain in the Palisades interlude. Like streets I used to live on. In suburbia. See your face. Yes, you.
I see the wasp on the length of my arm.

Alright. I'm back. And I'd like to say, money is killing me. School hates me. Ease seems to have lost my number.
But things like that don't accumulate in your chest when you're happy.
God smiles. It's beautiful, you know.

Good days, bad days,
Welcome to the long haul.

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