abremente

toronto vs. vancouver. i've been in both over the last three months. i choose vancouver. the sky and its lover the mountains and its mistress the sea and its voyeur the city all get together for an eternal tryst and make something altogether new, a vibe that is congenial yet dangerous, remote but home. toronto feels like my uncle. been around the block. shows its years proudly. knows its way around. but kinda ugly. i like visiting my uncle, but i want to go back to where the sex is, where the sky and its lover and its mistress and its voyeur ask me to join them. i want to fuck under that sky. i want to kiss under that sky. i want to talk to my soul's friends under that sky. i want to be back in vancouver. luckily, i will be in another three weeks. st. louis seems so distant but i do miss its hazy beautiful oppressive orangey summer days.