food

I hope that ten years from now I'll have found some one who'd sit up with me till two a.m. eating ice cream, picking slivers of sliced microwaved salami and slotting them between our teeth. drinking tea. and there'd be a can of whipped cream. and we'd watch movies or play cards or some other game. maybe the spongebob version of life. some one who'd sit with me with lots of blankets in the middle of the night when the rest of the world is asleep.

flowers on the table. books on the shelves. socks on our feet because it's cold outside. and sweaters too. stupid jokes, the kinds that are only funny at five in the morning when you haven't slept much. or maybe stupid jokes that only you get because you know each other so well.

we'd buy peaches in summer and cider in fall. and maybe after raking our leaves we'll jump around inside of them. or at least we'd think about it very seriously before deciding that we were too lazy and we'd go inside and maybe we'd read our books. or listen to our music. and maybe we'd go shopping. or we might go over to our neighbour's house to borrow their pet hamsters to race them. we wouldn't have our own cause we'd hate taking a care of annoying rodents.

and maybe once in a while we'd go for a walk.


at this hour i can't think of much else aside from food.