"She was in the circus too

We were both just ruthless, rootless scatterbrains

who felt most at ease in the vacant space

between this endless highway

and the next

We found each other

and found pleasure

in mirroring our existential issues

in each others souls

I don't recall the color of her eyes

just the image of myself

on their surface

We could put up with each other for a while

not for long

but a single, ageless summer

is still some kind of time, right?

It could have been so much worse"

"He was in the circus too

had dark green eyes, and black curly hair

Maybe that was what I fell for

the rest of him surely wasn't worth a second glance

He was a slacker, a space cadet

with the bag full of tricks and cheap philosophy

and I knew from the start

neither to hang in nor hang around

But through that single summer

we shared a present future

And a single summer

is still some kind of time, right?

Or at least a much-needed recess from real existence"