2006-04-12 || 9:56 p.m.

|| states are just puzzle pieces. ||

because i'm the friend who gets off the phone to write about it in my online diary:

i was sitting on the balcony in my pajamas and a coat on the line with illinois. it was a shoddy connection and i couldn't make out all that was said, and at some points became preoccupied with the blossom petals that have recently blown onto the balcony floor (spring time!) and had to compulsively press the tip of my finger to each one that had landed on the ledge, but i got a refresher on how he says things and what it's like to be his friend. how i can imagine where the back pats would go and when he would lean forward and push his glasses back up. then california broke into the call and i told illinois to say hello for me.

illinois and california and oregon. we're all in different states now, the clatter of our respective sweethearts coming through as background noise, held together with phone lines and long distance rates.

before we were different states we used to hole up in living rooms and drink from the same cups. i've never laughed so hard. i've never wanted so badly for things to stay just like that.

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