To whom it may concern:

This is addressed to the words in question
and the emotions they have stirred inside of me.
Upon reading your mute sentences, my own
found birth between your punctuation marks. Now,
I find myself a constant flurry of fragments and
syllables, copulating to try and sputter out a
coherent understanding of the feeling of what? ( Read more... )

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Today is a good day ( Read more... )

Sometimes... I don't know. There is a swelling of emotion in areas that there once was very little, and on the same note, I have watched my own fires die out ( Read more... )

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2003 was two years shoved into one. It seems the night after we jump one more digit closer to an ended world, everyone has some sort of a reflection on their past year. I wanted so badly to skip this and leave last year alone, but I think that it merited some sort of explanation.,( Read more... )

I've mastered the feeling of ecstasy. Creeping past twilight and into the warm, pillowy crevice between yesterday and tomorrow, I pulled you into my arms and gently woke you up. I lay and watched as this light, this radiance awoke with you. I watched as your heart swelled and let out the words that you forget to say. They gasped for air and climbed ( Read more... )

Tomorrow will not be like today.
Tomorrow, I will be happy.

Retraction:Affection hung from rusty nails on a white wall. Will you judge the size of my heart by the size of the ring? I told you that this expanding cloud between us wasn't real, but rather something mythical, something shining from out of the story books. I open you up and comprehend your insides and grow tired of the same scenery. I close you ( Read more... )

Tonight is lonely.

Tell me a story:

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