this is an old freewrite i found about a year ago...

10/18/08
6:40 to 6:45pm

my purple skies
never met the sleeves
of night time. The
sun never set in my heart,
maybe thats why the golden
flower still grows on its own island
where it sits quietly singing the
notes of the wind, hopefully it will
reach our ears again, reminding us
that love grows in the beautifullest of places
its just we have to find it where we left it,
Do you remember where we left it? behind the Tree
stump i sprayed it on, under the gravel we traversed through,
swimming on the surface of the waves, lost in the hairs of
paintbrushes, somewhere in evaporated smoke from our lungs, ingredients
to our favorite ice creams, in the caps to our biggest boss sauces,
at the tip of the needle that pleasures our ears at the touch
of vinyl, sleeping in throw pillows, in my transmission switching gears
somewhere on haight scavenging for change
mixing in apple juices and slap my face alcoholic moments
never remembering forgetting phone nights
do you remember where
we left it?
because i know that the clues lie in my heart...
maybe your the last piece...