010; Work in Progress

Nov 08, 2007 13:43


Flashes of Lightning

When the world ends,
I'd like to be with you-
holding hands,
or maybe rolling one last joint to soften
the blow of the inevitable.
Because your arms (my Protector)
are where I feel most at peace.
I lean into that familiar scent of
stale tobacco and
sweat
and finally, after so many months,
feel safe once more.

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Where to Begin... cbizz2 November 10 2007, 16:24:14 UTC
Oh Jungle, there are at least 5 billion reasons why I appreciate and love you so dearly. Even the fact that we can call each other ridiculous names like Jungle and Assbottleopener (Rainforest tits...the list goes on)shows just how good of friends that we've become over the past few years. I feel like I can tell you anything and I promise that I'll always be there when you need me too (even though we may be very very far apart at times). This semester has been so weird without you here and I miss that crazy girl that I used to stay in the computer labs with until 2am and run around the science building. You are probably the most sincere and loyal person that I have ever met and I just love you so much! I am very excited to have my study abroad experience but I also can't wait to come back and have a terrific senior year with a few of the best friends I've ever had! <3

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