i must have told this story a million times, i know he tells it to the girls now to impress them. (at least in my head) i don't remember where we were coming from, i just remember that peak on which you could see the rolling hills of autumn color somehow galaxies away, i made some off color remark. he said it was the highest point in the county. i don't know why that stuck to me so much. i never figured out if those county lines were drawn just to contain it, or just to give it purpose.
i imagine in my head he used to walk with her to that same point, talk about the stars trapped within their own eternities, how he was always too rooted to stop keeping his eyes on the ground. i always thought he was lost somewhere in the clouds, a fluffy white creature floating off to some better place. i was glad he had a moment to call his own, even if it didnt involve me.
i guess the ending is the same as your beginning, i still pass by that fucker every day.
my last afternoonj_zSeptember 3 2003, 19:48:54 UTC
she was so colloquial and i was so rhode island connecticut pennsylvania. we recreated a monster. yesterday i was looking at our birth certificates and i realized the matching locations of birth. the documentations they use only signify here and now. if i could map the stars i'd see where we're going, but baby it just wasn't meant to be. you still think i'm a liar when i say i'm looking at connecticut
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jesus says we die a little death for him every day.
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i must have told this story a million times, i know he tells it to the girls now to impress them. (at least in my head) i don't remember where we were coming from, i just remember that peak on which you could see the rolling hills of autumn color somehow galaxies away, i made some off color remark. he said it was the highest point in the county. i don't know why that stuck to me so much. i never figured out if those county lines were drawn just to contain it, or just to give it purpose.
i imagine in my head he used to walk with her to that same point, talk about the stars trapped within their own eternities, how he was always too rooted to stop keeping his eyes on the ground. i always thought he was lost somewhere in the clouds, a fluffy white creature floating off to some better place. i was glad he had a moment to call his own, even if it didnt involve me.
i guess the ending is the same as your beginning, i still pass by that fucker every day.
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