November 12, 2003 | 12:28 a.m.
how could you have known the temperature and the distance of the sun.

hindsight is an untapped chakra melting through the thickest fog of me.

you were right. that the reasons dont matter. what mattered was you. your because's, the only ones worth listening for. even if i never heard them. even if they were drained out with the rest of the wrestled tide. even if they were drowned out by the sounds of all my dream horns calling you home.

i hope to be right too. still checking the shore for washed up signs sometimes.