behold

I return.

We have internet now, in this bare yet comfortable apartment. My online life can resume once more, and I'll remember to write here instead of quoting song lyrics on my daily production reports.

I am in the midst of what psychologists and pop stars term Summer Romance, and I think Danny Who Loved Irene in Kostelec would agree. On the floor, propped up on a pillow, eating yogurt and listening to Alan curse and the gunfire from the speakers, and all I can think is I have not had such a happy summer since the year I went to Prague.

having trouble with the prose tonight

On my stomach on the floor, with the light from two screens and the bathroom
My eyes are tired but I don't feel it much in the rest of me.
He's sitting there in a pair of blue jeans
I'm barefoot and shirtless
How you wouldn't believe
This is the happiest thing

You and I understand
there is no plan
there's nothing in between

I wake up in the morning still dreaming