These are the days for living.
These are the days for strawberry milkshakes,
and getting high in the hospital parking garage.
These are the days for wandering out in the cornfields,
for watching heat lightning spindle across the sky,
and for following trails of twinkling fireflies
all the way home.
Saturday is my birthday.
I’m turning another year older,
but I’m still the same person I was two years ago,
I’ve just acquired more art and more books.
My heart is just as heavy as it was.
And as the stars fall on my head,
I’m still haunted by old light.
Rumor has it you want to see me.
I want to see you too.
Samson, please, come back to bed.
I still miss you.
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acquired new friends.
ReplyDeletethis may or may not make sense but I got an agonizingly beautiful image of running out of time, there still being hope, and samson and delilah together again after samson's hair grows back
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