i need to catch up on life

we walked across lions gate bridge and i kissed your face and we talked about jumping and falling and the differences between the two. i told you about dreams where the ghost of jeff buckley saves my life and we drink wine and sail the sea

you climbed on the lion, sat between its claws and i laughed and took your picture and all the faces in the windows stared

andwe didnt mind

parted my hair on the opposite side and now i look like a stranger

drunk at carisbrook park, i zig zagged my way home and fell asleep listening to you breathe on the telephone. i steal fragments of my life from conor oberst. this is an irrefutable fact.

skinny dipping under pieces of meteorites, i felt alive. and we drove for 28291920101 hours untill my eyes dimmed

im half asleep still and mostly dreaming