"all you really wanted ..."

Current mood:headache-y

i find myself dreaming of rambling ranch houses in small midwestern towns, wide, sagging porches, never enough screens in the lopsided windows to keep the mosquitoes out. of rocking chairs that tangle themselves in warped floorboards, while i sit and look at the giant night sky, bigger than the world. of thunderstorms. of room to stretch out.

i want to take you by your indecisiveness and drag you far away from here, somewhere where we can be a community of two, you and me against the world.

but i know i'm a city girl. that the quiet would chase me back here. that maybe we would not survive.

but it's a really nice dream.