Thursday, October 07, 2004
DE
you said, the stars are nothing. and when we look at them things shouldn't seem anymore amazing than the reality of what is and what isn't. you said, the sky, it's just another ocean.
but you must be wrong. because there are other people out there, who dream of delaware and me. there are other people that know why delaware is important. and they answer me when i ask them why. when i need the affirmation. they know it's invaluable because it is the first state. the beginning of everything. the end of love.
-and why is delaware important
:because it's the beginning of everything
-you're right. it is. the first thing.
and we can acknowledge, together, how vastly important this is. how pivotal delaware is to our existence and the universe. how encompassing it becomes, the first state gently guiding us towards the last dance, even though you have forgotten your shoes and your moves. delaware is the edge of a cliff to me. sitting on the suspension bridge---
---holding hands and letting go, i just want to say. it wasn't, but maybe could've might've been in the dusk of delaware, when i first felt you. when there were only stars and bridges and silent summer. the very last place you would look.
because, you were wrong.
the stars are something.
we just aren't.
but you must be wrong. because there are other people out there, who dream of delaware and me. there are other people that know why delaware is important. and they answer me when i ask them why. when i need the affirmation. they know it's invaluable because it is the first state. the beginning of everything. the end of love.
-and why is delaware important
:because it's the beginning of everything
-you're right. it is. the first thing.
and we can acknowledge, together, how vastly important this is. how pivotal delaware is to our existence and the universe. how encompassing it becomes, the first state gently guiding us towards the last dance, even though you have forgotten your shoes and your moves. delaware is the edge of a cliff to me. sitting on the suspension bridge---
---holding hands and letting go, i just want to say. it wasn't, but maybe could've might've been in the dusk of delaware, when i first felt you. when there were only stars and bridges and silent summer. the very last place you would look.
because, you were wrong.
the stars are something.
we just aren't.
