2004-06-01 - 1:49 p.m.
keys, keys, keys. they come and they go. goodbye fitzwater street. hello fitzwater street again. different fitzwater. different keys. i can keep them but they won't always turn like this. other keys, brooklyn keys, arrive in a cigarette box at the house in jersey where i've always had a key and always will. i have dreams of two-year keys, two-year leases, i have fever dreams of elopement too. sentimentality makes me delusional, much like relationships. tank sends a timely reminder.
fact is, leaving's hard work. fact is, two hours makes a difference, but not all the difference in the world. fact is, neil young makes me cry. fact is, i will know so much more in a month than i do right now. fact is, i'm afraid of some of those facts.
