metonymy4u

You know you’re not some hopeless romantic; you would never
allow yourself to live like that. The romantics spilled
way too much blood testing the relativity of language.

The point is we are neither the creation of the world nor its guardians.

As a photographer you preferred to make your own deals with clouds
while the spectral illumination of June carved out all the trees
on your street by five in the afternoon.

Someone said it was a slight return on investments.

Extra change left on the counter because you got a call
from a girl with something interesting in her eyes.
Something that spoke you finally after too many years.