Thursday, February 5, 2009


there is something so lovely about this rainy day, the bright pink of the cherry blossoms amongst the bare trees and gray skies

Monday, February 2, 2009


the air was sweet that night as i followed you home
trying to keep the pace i followed silently
holding hands but barely touching i let you lead me
to the place where you hide your secrets and all that
you really are when you stop the universe for a moment
and make paper airplanes that can actually take us
somewhere far enough to only hear nothing and keep
the tiny bits that still mean something because we get
so tangled and sometimes we just want to wake up
in the same exact place where we started