3.11.12 (i like this idea of freehanding writing, although i hate that i only do it when i'm drunk, and this is getting repetitive, and i don't know who reads this, but i'm sorry you have to deal with this)

i've been driven
mad.
i've felt the warm touch
of the sun.
the fingers of a light
i thought i once knew
grazed the skin on my face
and now, i don't know.
a moment of bliss,
i knew that was all
i would be allowed.
like florentino,
i wished to live,
on that river,
for eternity...
because one can find
what one see's
as eternity,
perhaps many times,
but when one finds it,
we never wish to let it go.