the last/lost kiss

it was here then i lost it
i had it, then gone

how do the days slip through our fingertips
before we've even noticed?

how do the months come and go?

i was shocked at the speed at which august arrived
now it too, nearly come and then gone

this season is ending
the heat wave has passed
indian summer now

the warm slow death of this side of the earth


i've been dreaming a lot lately
vivid, colorful, realistic dreams that i actually remember come morning

but dreams mean very little in the harsh light of day
and to live in them is like living in shadow

blurriness makes the nothing seem more


i can't wait to see tony goldwyn's new film 'the last kiss'
there's just something about zach braff and life/love that does it for me

doubt
is an unquantifiable abyss
and an undeniable one too

'what you feel only matters to you...'
'it's what you do to the people you love that counts'