what dreams may come
i've always admired twig's eloquence. he always puts such a fine point on things, and all i seem to do most of the time is blunder and babble and cry and try to talk my way around to some piece of a point
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every day, your hand slaps the deathwish out of me, and every day, your lips kiss the love back into my brain. Your words ring through my head, all of them, in a grand opera of lovely fey cacaphony. Just last night, i said, to ed, there is this way you have of speaking when i cannot get your point, that you can come at it differently, the little ant, again and again until i do.
poetry is important.
analyticity is important.
but YOUR being able to dance, back and forth, here, then there, "babbling," that is more important to me than breathing.
see these tears.
believe in Your Life. It is still moving.
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you always find this way of putting things in a way that Helps. thank you for always Knowing. guess its a damn good thing we have each other, huh?
its not that i dont believe My Life is here, still moving. i just miss him so much. and the whole thing just feels so Wrong. and it hurts like fucking hell.
when did you say you were going to be down here?
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open a present tomorrow for me, ok?
And what i meant was, Your Life as in Life that flows out from you, infusing us, leaving lovely Aurora Borealis shadows and echoes behind. Though you long to be touching someone, you really still are. i cannot be alone on this.
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