My father stood with his hands folded in front of him in reverence and simply stared through the name, lost somewhere in the reflection of himself in the hard polished stone. They follow me through my day, leaving me with a feeling of unease, a supreme sense of being lost, alone. Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep.
Moonlight spills on comic books and superstars in magazines.
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet. We sit outside and argue all night long about a god we've never seen but never fails to side with me. A life is time, they teach us growing up. The seconds ticking killed us all a million years before the fall. You ride the waves and don't ask where they go.