those rolling hills that continue on forever remind me of the ever continuing circle of this day and every other day i've ever felt like this. it's just past nighttime and you know that i am always late. what am i waiting for? those shallow puddles that wipe the grass away forever after following your scent kept me sane as i trudged through the soggy plains behind your house. i write you off as the perfect disaster and this lost cause atracts me more. i promise not to call you on it. i am envious of your ability to put the exact words to describe your feelings and how you are not ashamed to act how you feel. i also love the way you breathe each fresh burst of air into your lungs like it's the hannukah gift you never got. the trills of smoke drifting from your lips create perfect cirles and spirals and every other shape and they mesmerize me. these spellbinding tales of sweet november thunderstorms and carpet rides galore entertain us as we sit around the sparkling bonfire. the light danced across your face and possibly even mine as the poetic music of this connection would put a smile on even the most monotone of faces. ahem ahem, you have my attention and it's only you forever and now. lets meet in private somewhere quaint and laugh until the chill makes our breath visible. we'll lounge in those lawn chairs with our captain by our side and the crescent moon above. we'll wait for the faintest cloudy shadow that will hint to us god's presence. we only think about the present and how sweet this freedom tastes on our lips for the first time. the blackness doesn't faze me, nor you, nor the suffocating scent of the wiltering fire. certainly this night will continue on until the sun crashes over the horizon and flows slowly over this land. it will touch all it can see and our hiding spot will be revealed. giggles will ensue and then our fingertips will slowly touch as we slump back into our designated living. our ship has sailed; our dream has faded. we found the cure to the one-track mind. and the crunching leaves under our soaked feet remind us of the adventures sure to continue on. the uncoverable smell of dew and booze lingers on our drenched clothing sticking to us in the downpour. walking up stairs was never easy for me. the sign on the door reads: please remove shoes before entering.