to: Ben Sollee "Close To You"

A strong air is rising in the city on this particular day. But it closes and rounds out rather quickly, just like the fumes coming from the subway, a warm mist and then an arid dispersion, a zephyrean mist. There's more to this place than I know of, but still I am uninterested.

There's just one thing i think of, that replays, continually looping and swelling. It's not a dream, not a desire, but a vision of someone. A fleeting ghost that's been alluding me for eternity.

Folding my arms in the sand, or digging dirt or smoking in the forest pushes me no closer to you. But somehow embedding myself in this wilderness makes me feel closer to you, for even though I can't relate to where you are, miles away, I find solace knowing that these parts of nature are closer to you than I can be.