fourteen april
two : forty-eight p.m.

we sat on the couch. blueberry smoothies, jam bands, the purple sketchbook. someone had written :

"11:17 a.m.
i love when you sit in one place outside long enough to watch the light change around you..the dull blue sky of late morning bursts into a clearness, a brightness only possibly produced by pure daylight when it hits a street suddenly. it's as if the single could in the sky finally gave up waiting for company, and yanked itself away impatiently."

i want to be there forever.

music : television; pink floyd in my head
literature : sketchbook
fixation : four p.m.