Still burning brightly.

If nothing is changed then there’s nothing lost.

Whether you’re an instigator or want to change the world, the most inflammatory thing you can do is tell the truth.

It’s just that I’ve been gone for awhile. Gone, hiding in the shadows. But someday—someday soon—the homeostatic tones that bubble and sting beneath my weathered skin will make me crawl again into the spotlights, and I will hope to mistaken them for the sun.

“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.”

Brick by brick.

Par ton main, ta peau, ta sang
j’ai cherché avec mes yeux, mais, helas, 
ceci est quelque chose qui est invisible
à moins que vous regardez avec votre âme

If you lamented to me covetously that my brain is the size of planet earth, I’d make you feel better by reminding you that you’re the sun it spins around.

Besides, It’s more like the size of a grapefruit.

Look, here’s the truth of this thing, and it’s the only truth and the only thing I know: when we buried ourselves with sun that day beneath the litmus-blue sky with our hands entangled like spiders on a prickling web of earth’s green thorns, I meant what I said. I meant what I said, just as what I mean what I say now. No: it’s true, I no longer see a fire in your eyes and the smoldering ember that once gave me hope seems to have faded the like fireflies do in the late July. It’s true. It’s just simply that: true. And even though I carry this wayward silence, I’ll crack it like a whip to tear into you.

Under the flashbulbs, what once seemed opaque becomes transparent. It’s simply true.

I’d like to be, too.

So let’s be true.

I’m not shy about mistakes I’ve made or my desire to never repeat them.

When I was away, I shouldn’t have wasted my time. I should have invited you to my desert in the city, I should have started the year with a promise, with an optimistic, unrealistic prospect.

I should have gotten started, I should have put my fears behind me, I should have foregone the economic uncertainty, forgone economic prosperity, forgone this for the economy of unrealistic dreams.

I waited too long and now I’m just a reflector in the rearview. I watch the dots connect into a cloud and crystalize on the LCD.

I still hope it’s always you.

My brain’s the size of a grapefruit, you say. Well I say that may be true, but what flows inside isn’t always so sweet, so be generous with the sugar