we are always running for the thrill of it.

let this be our prayer

you've still got my love

the words rest on your lips and the breath sends them out

uncapitalized

words find me small, today.

each step taking me a little farther, but eventually closer to home.

the equinox.

hoping for nothing, and loving everything i receive, and everyone i speak to.

my teeth are empty, but when i smile, they fill up like glasses ready to drink.

what will make my life better?

for once, i am not aware enough (or perhaps dissatisfied) to know.

so i will float on this precarious dream, as i look to summers past.

i hope there is no pitfall.