summer 2012, a prologue

All the sun to look forward to, and drugs. What stung so strongly as failure, now where my eyes close to warmth and purpose. The uselessness of an afternoon in the grass, or a gin drink. Love in passing clouds. Reverb and flip-flops. The cold of my fingers at work and plans that might follow through. The rhythm of a repetition that we can't hold onto. Blankets of chilly nights under the stars. What I might look forward to, or what might scare me, and a colored infinity where they meet. What I draw with you by my side. All the universe that exists between us which I can't help but continue to explore. The thoughts I learn are wrong as clouds become bunnies above our heads. And we whisper to each other falling asleep. Or bike to the farmer's market in the morning.