walking away, hoping i won't slip on the left over ice in this alleyway, that nothing I do will betray doubt, that i will win. afraid of what i'm doing- there are too many streets, too many alleys- I can't find you anymore.
16/03/2009
feel like this?
08/03/2009
it's hard to tell exactly where it's safe, where the line is to be drawn, where caution begins and ends. we're content to float, shouting at each other to swim the other way when an obstacle presents itself. the water is getting warmer.
