..pepsi v. coke..not vs...
I remember driving to work every day knowing that when P&S's Bizarre File came on...I'd soon hear Dock of the Bay...and I could stop holding my breath because I'd made it another day...Even after years I was still counting the days....When I had to stop, my coffee didn't taste the same...The tree I described to you in autumn...the one I'd fallen in love with because of it's awkward branches...made me look away to the other side of the road...a dumpster...strangers sharing a smoke at the bus stop...some cloud I'd never seen before but would instantly hate because I'd never be able to impress you with my cumulonimbus brain...The air around me was molten and yet somehow I'd survived...unprotected...yet unable to just burn...I wanted to burn. And so I started counting the in between time...just enough until time didn't count.......I was post-Pangea...but the ocean, broken hurt me more.....Today you grind your hands deep in the earth...Offering ores to me, mud covered, unwhole....There are roots there, you say, on the ocean floor....salt ridden...growing...roots in sand, I ask...and counting backwards, I begin at one.