all things possible.

2006-02-20 10:36 p.m.

we'll put some effort into forgetting the speed of trains at night, and to talk about moving, for a moment, without giving too much context, without forwarding our messages, without telling anyone that we've decided to live

soft and simple, low and quiet,

hidden.

creationism, all of these lines crossed to mean conjunction, to mean we'll press our lips to envelopes in hoping

spend the night in front of police stations, searching signals and turning on the car when the cold sets in, how much ambition it takes to make a living, when the living's never settled, and i'm effortless now, i've grounded

the future in the present, a certain type of tense, a certain type of motion that implies transit in the darkness, that implies substance and those appeals to consequences,

unspoken,

step their feet out on the pavement, still dreaming of their destinations.

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