lights on the street corners. darkness and pink fingernails. sunsets and chasing the sun over the edges of the city. driving over potholes caused by explosions. chocolate pancakes at midnight, ham and cheese in the mornings. coffee and beers make in betweens. the sky is bluer than the the tears in my heart. and tomorrow is always open. electricity goes off and on when ever it wants to. rumor has it, it's because of the restaurant in front of the house. you're the official sandwich maker and i, the dish washer. laundry however, is a shared job. i am intoxicated by the charms of domesticity.

balloons means parties. in the car, in conversations, on the beach, by the marina. people have conversations with each other beyond windshields, sunglasses and exaggerated hand gestures. a hello is three kisses, not two. hello hello and welcome. this is the life i've lived for the past three weeks. and when it comes down to it, i'm on borrowed time. already the early hours of the morning are greeted with tears seeping into your clean sheets. but this time is mine. and yours. it is what we made; love.

it is my heart, my life. or like you say it, before you kiss today away and turn off the lights.

edit:

eyebags are back.

i'll be one of the pandas soon enough.