August 24th, 2006


The long journey

In packing I discovered this, and ... well, I think it speaks for itself:

+ On the road to Jasper, Christmas, 2005.

his silouetted reflection lies above me, in the back of my eyes and i know it's an image that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

watching him watch the rest of the world is (sometimes) like spinning a globe on your finger and dangerously balancing a world you have no control over.

(the road is icy. i am returning to a place i have never been, to a place he has brought me and i have followed him,
time and time again.)

talk of the future is like an iron casket on my lungs.
i cannot think past these mountains, beyond this frame.

escapist theory:
if it's loud enough,
if the hood is (big enough) deep enough,
the casket will melt.

i am sorry to watch this
particular mountain pass.

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