







The Scientist I Now he's churning out science the way you and I only dream we could make our words flow out onto the page. He is flicking things with spindly fingers, slicing thin cuts with a thin blade along a thin line. His is a tangible magic, something in the flecks of starlit genius in his eyes, or in the shine of the smooth dark pin that holds back his hair. Do you see the way the tools and chemicals and all manner of dead things come to life in his hands? Whatever he is researching is surely within his grasp whatever he is inventing will surely burst forth at any moment now in a shower of brilliance. He will throw up his right hand triumphantly


You and me and this quarter It's just you and me and this quarter
So listen -
Let's just forget everything and go.
We'll each pick a direction and then we'll flip a coin:
Heads we take on the fields of forgotten snow
Where our boots will stomp the ice
And show the sky, for a few minutes at least, that we are alive;
Tails we'll hit the railroad tracks
We'll chase the trains and outrun them or ride their spines
To anywhere.
Or if it lands on its side and points skyward,
Baby, that's where we'll go.
We'll catch the first plane out of here
And make a life for ourselves wherever we land.
Time can't wait anymore and neither can I, so get up.
We depart at dawn.

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Could I commission a header, my love? :3
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I can probably do it tonight or tomorrow, I just wish they'd call school already so I could be sure. >:U
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That's okay, bby~ Take your time. :3
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