[today]May 6th, 2009 3:51:22 pm - Subscribe

remember
how the
fragile words

would rush from
thought to paper
until I would
overflow

and build
something solid
and more real than
I had before me

remember
when you
didn't have to

have me around
but you
wanted me
anyway

we walked
on the grass
at dusk
and let it be
what it was

remember how
it felt
before colours
became formulae

before lines
became boundaries
when I wanted
only to make
beautiful things

I forgot
how good
these things
could be

yet I find
it all
comes back
to me.

[I am]relieved