I see it in the way his knuckles wrinkle just enough to make his hands smile.

[kill_the_gnomes]

hmm.. yum.



4th of July


fireworks - me and andi.



last day













me and jordan



thumb wrestling wars



Luke

random






Andi and cats!

that's all for now!

I taste it in the way dew gathers on the sunny side of an empty bottle of water.

I hear it in the way the telephone squawks impatiently for human attention.

I smell it in the way we cocoon ourselves on the backs of buses.

I feel it in the way heat rises, up to the ceiling from the blue-flamed fireplace that watches our bodies.

I miss it because I haven't forged an identity to describe it yet. And without an identity, I can't begin to judge or even identify with anything else. That's the problem with dreams; they're well and good in terms of the future, but the present offers us no such amenities. None of us receive a grace period in which to excel.

I'm tired of potential. I'm tired of the little sliver of force I can't seem to muster up.