11:29 p.m. - 2004-03-08
it was sunsets and sunrise
you and me.
we spend the days lounging around the different rooms in our rented brick apartment, there are 3 but it is enough, 3 floors above the streets, where slow traffic pass by in the day.
the sun shines into our room every morning but we get up at noon. Lazily, we read the morning paper. you play some canon by palchelbel or some folksy stuff by belle and sebastian. occasionally i take over and play looper or no use for a name.
i watch my chest rise and fall...like a nature documentary, something alive, happening on its accord.
you could hear the wind blowing the curtain and it billowed gently, teasing you and calling you to dance,
the balcony is full of your plants. you like to tend to them, your orchids, your cactuses, your acacias, your other weird plants i dunno their names. i remarked that they are poisonous as a joke and you laughed at silly me.
it was sunsets and sunrise.
the days never just pass by
the skies and the earth
they go so far they eventually meet
a pebble in the shade of a boulder in the red desert.
blooming little flowers.
clouds float by.
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