Film stills: The Great Gatsby 1974

we only crossed paths

Not quite know whether I'll recover--it seems quite far off, perhaps in another life (like everything else was).  It wasn't forgettable, unnamable: just uncontrollable and finite. You were the sun & I the moon-and although we danced for love and other celestial occasions, we would forever be doing a dance across the sky-apart from one another, rarely eclipsing (agreeing), and not so often would we pass through each other's paths and find that fervent harmoniousness that we both deserve. 

We only crossed paths at dawn and dusk & that was not enough.

all things go

"Drove to Chicago// I was in love with the place-- in my mind."

-Sufjan Stevens

What could be said if you feel as though you've left a part of yourself somewhere else? Speckled across the greenscape/or skyscrapers of a city of immaculate momentum. Like in the belly of some great beast, he is waiting for more, because of his insatiable appetite, but yet the part is ready to be digested--we just need more (I just need more of Chicago).

The city where I live

Is all I need;

In Spring.

Renewal.. 

even if the buildings look like empty brick cans

Desolate..

cityscapes like calm rolling shore waves

spring please come slow, never go

watch the sun rise 

(peach-apricot blueberry with whipped cream cloud spring pie sky)

watch the night fall

(planets--or stars and street lamps)

watch the divine move slow over

abodes

spring glow

pocket the sun

Well I might be stuck, but I'm not so sure. When the sky empties and the day falls and the sun drops down like a coin from a pocket onto the ground for someone else to pick up, later; another day...You might find the moon slipping into your palm and the next thing you know it's nightfall and everything is falling all over again.