early one evening and what came of it (after spending the afternoon with chloe):

as i made my way eastward towards the rising moon on franklin avenue, i noticed up ahead of me two young bodies walking in unison. their strides matched their attitudes, and with each step they took together it appeared as if they were in fact learning to walk for the first time. their walking wasn't clumsly, for, neither of them fell upon one another nor did they seem to be struggling with the process of passing messages down to their legs via neurons, each within their own bodies. i came to observe the child like steps from a different perspective; that these two young bodies were not only fascinated by the movement of the legs, but were also captivated and charmed by the prospect of getting from one place to another on their own terms--and doing it rather easily! i began to pick up my pace to catch up to this rather intriuging young couple. as i moved in on the two, as if were to capture them for further study, i began to feel the sidewalk which was covered in a dense snow, shift and move, elevate, and then begin to raise me above the two walking in stride--to observe. i didn't feel like god. because god doesn't feel lonely. but if he does, then i guess i did feel like god at that moment, but what i also felt, narrated across the february winter skies: "if there's one thing i'm incapable of now, it's conversing with completeness. i have no idea what to say, and i have no reason to speak to it. i want nothing from it. i have no proposition to make. yet, i feel a lonely life closes me in, cuts me off, and i want to escape...the prospect of happiness opening indefinately before me, sobers me. i find myself missing that completeness, not so long ago, when i too could experience the pangs of anticipation. i dream of life made only of first loves and lasting loves. i want the impossible, i know. i envy no one. and when i see lovers, i think less of me and what i was, than of them, and what they will become. but these passing lovers, are simply an extension of my love for life. they enrich the beauty of life, and share it in return. the lovers insure the world's beauty, and vice versa. when i'm allowed to gaze at the walking couple, i view all of life." i then fell to the earth as the laws of gravity did their justice, regained my composure and entered a tall building with wooded doors to take a nap and prepare for later that evening.

in the changer: pretty girls make graves "good health"