"you should always be able to make the favorite dish of the one you love."

he'd said.

dreams.

there was once a time in history when all everyone ever wished for was to remain asleep forever.

now is that time.

imagination.

is a strange thing. is there something eternally that elevates you just as high, but remains with you throughout your deepest lows?

music plays somewhere distant, far away.

for every discernible note, rhythm and melody hits harder than anything we wish we'd ever known.

why must there be chapters?

you walk slowly. with self precedence you take in stride the looks that seem to linger long after you pan their _____. but something, you can't shake. and look, ___________. stop. turn. turn in all positive directions, and line the clock that spins as fast as our life, you are nothing out of your ordinary. the extroardinary. you keep walking, and look over at him.

"what is it? "

"nothing."

"it's something"

"yes. it's something"

it was that look. turns that continued to linger even long past and like everything else he'd ever done, that stayed with you. something you couldn't shake.

"i'd like to be there, with you,"

"where?"

"there." as you point to the floating crane above the city skyline.

"oh."

you wake, staring against the thickness of the air that surrounds you.

"remember when we were here that long time, looking for those pigs that didn't exist?

he smiles. "yes."

"and how we kept asking everyone if they knew where they were, but no one did and they looked at us all crazy?"

he smiles. again. "yeah."

you sigh the times away. and you see that look. that miniature in those eyes that you grew to accept, then love. and at your last desperate attempt.

the heart beats truer every time.

tonight.

i
fall
asleep
by
the
water.

a matter of delicacy where delicacy is (unknown).

delicacy.

in the ghosts of our faded winters, our faded seasons.

nights.
memories.
walks.
notions.
hugs.
kisses.
(everything.)

(a pause)

the obligatory beat is taken, boggled with thoughts that seemingly do not mean anything.

(but what did they know?)

(p.s. they didn't)

it's morning.
and
anything
that
had
been
left
from
the
night
before
is
now
gone.
and
now
desperately
we
want
it
back.
but
it
has
long
since
left.
and
stormed
away
with
our
moon.