over me

[longawaitedlove]

i'm falling apart on the right side...not so much the left and to know that it's okay i will be put back together at your hand screams mercy kneeling like a child the sacrifice was more than i could bare so i stayed here with you as comfort became our friend again i realized that weakness in your eyes is my perfect strength...thank you for your

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[prima_lux]

hello lovely! i posted the directions to my party on my livejournal. hope to see you there...oh yes and tell the whole world about it..

[unitdbyhaircuts]

i met you a long time ago.
the end of last summer if i remember right.

I was with Jamie and Travis one night, and we went with you and a boy to his house for drinks.

you told me your story of Jesus.

and we laughed much too loud to be passing strangers (or maybe as such, strangers makes sense)

my name's andrew.
(if i've got this wrong, laugh at me regardless)

to meet with laughs and smiles....

[longawaitedlove]

Yes...i remember you quite well Andrew...and actually had a brain trace back to you in frequent bits...how are you? i like the way you think and the way you write...it makes me realize that indeed expression introduces us to each other again as more than strangers. it is good to hear from you...i hope everything is well...

Re: to meet with laughs and smiles....

[unitdbyhaircuts]

alive and awake
don't know if i should blame coffee or my brain

i enjoy the peices of lives that get thrown around, and find where they were tossed from.

or something like that.

i enjoy living situationally.

thinking fondly of strange places, strange talks, and strange nights
(that comprise so much of what it's like to feel other people)

are you still in pensacola?

Re: to meet with laughs and smiles....

[longawaitedlove]

yes i am for the time being...and you...still close by? i agree with situational living and that is but perhaps the only way to live with intervals of complexity and rest from trying to figure it out when strangeness does not make a stranger and feelings can be shared and appreciated....the beauty of true life makes us feel at home again in our skin...i guess this is what keeps me here...

[childpirate]

my telephone hearts your telephone
your telephone doesn't heart my telephone
what the fuck is up with all this lost love
[p.s. i hate calling your house, call me sometime]

the art of love

[longawaitedlove]

lost love inches until you find it again and realize that it is not lost at all....but yet is silent and steadfast in demeanor and thinks of you often so 'kiss the girl she's behind the door'...waiting for all of this to pass. much love lis! speak with you soon.

[freddieishot]

i found your journal.
read second comment:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/freddieishot/148266.html?

haha. <3<3