unpolished

there is a realization when i look at the date. june 11th 2007, less than two weeks in a city i've worn. when i was younger i dreamt about a perfect present. je vis mes reves. i realized that i've had to say goodbye more often than most people my age. it is a result of a youth that i have been very fortunate to have, but still it hurts somewhere real when i think of the passing moments. also, when i try to write about it, it's all cliche and the real thing is hidden. je vis mes reves. l'instant cache. i've always seen months and days in my head, i can see two years from now- the image of time to me is clear but impossible to really describe, a description would probably give the image a boundry, but it is kind of like a big calendar without marks, and a curved line that jumps over months to bring me to a future that i never thought would happen. then, when i am there, i don't realize that i have already been here. i don't even know what i am trying to say. i have nothing to offer anybody but my own confusion. i stole that line from someone older than me who is dead.