whenever i breathe out. you're breathing in. (i haven't seen you around in a while)

[__letthemwait]

it was crazy…

i   was   reading   over   old   memories   which   weren’t   mine

(but i was so involved then)

& i swore

i could taste summer heat riding up my throat

i don’t know how we got to where we are today

but i don’t know if it’s possible to ever get back to where we were again

because i don’t know you anymore & your life was never

Comments

[ex_conflate471]

this looks very pretty even if i don't really have any idea what yr talking about even though i feel like i should.

<33

[__letthemwait]

thank you. and yeah. i'm sure it doesn't make much sense but it does and yeah. i'm not sure. it was nice talking to you on aim yesterday. sorry to bitch so much.

carolynm<3.

[__letthemwait]

i did. i just needed a final one.

[save_that_poem]

that's kinda really exactly what i was talking about

everyone should listen to 'building a desert' by modest mouse

[__letthemwait]

yeah. that's sorta what i figured. and. i remember a little less then two or three weeks ago i sat down and read (my own) journal entries, starting before i knew anyone who i know now (blogger/geocities/diaryland) all the way through blanket_summer -> languagehappens -> letthemwait. and it was sencerely bizzar. i've thought about deleting journals once i'm done with them. but it's such a trip to re read it all once things start to feel dead