Eventually we'll become the echoes
finding home in the call of crows.
Ionizing the blood in my veins
so that you can replenish your loss
when your mind dries up.

Eventually I'll call you more than mine.
Eventually my limbs will dry from rain exposure,
and getting close will be an option.

First explode, then dream

Nails to the shattered glass skull, an entire sun-dripped day
in an hour, and cold sweat rips the creator from creation.
Malfunctioning pterygoideus externus results in hush struggle.
Pull darkness snug around your neck, no one is here,
depart through the gale.

Your first entry as we exit.

Matthew,

So we've come to our last night in Boise. It's odd how fast all of this (meeting you, planning the trip, coming here, etc) has gone. It's weird how big a part of my life you, and everything you bring with you, has become. I love your family. I love your friends. It feels like I'm leaving summer camp, and I'm not ready. This isn't the end, though. You know that. I know that.
I'm not quite sure what comes next, but you're in my life now, and I don't let people go easily. I like you. I want you to stick around, whatever that might mean. I want to do all the things we plan. I want to keep making our dumb inside jokes. You've changed me, the extent to which is yet to be discovered.

-Christie

Toes in the sand

cerebral quicksand.
the sun on my skin again.
its easier to let go and move on and give up than to fall.
lost hope, found again.
put on the brown bottle shoes.
i'll be here.
when you need it.
and i won't.
when you care.
excessive build up.
let down.
it only gets better.
it only gets better.
don't leave it behind.
everything that you want.
can be held with your hands.