saying too much to some and too little to others, you feel your grip slip as you prattle on.

[stealthbeanie]

as the lightning continues and the sheets of rain cut the road to strips, he won't appear no matter how many faces you make out through the storm. with the rain spitting at your toes while the rest of you remains dry, you listen to the conversation at your feet fade in and out, and wait.

the car should have been full of overgrown boys with their

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[evenifitsunday]

amazing. sometimes i don't believe you are a real person my age, because your writing transends that. btw, this is stephanie, milagro, from xanga. please add.

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[stealthbeanie]

oh steph! thankyou so much, that means so much to me.
added!
-k

[anonymous]

Your writing makes me shiver with emotion and understanding. Given a few more years of writing and reading you could be right up there with Jack Kerouac... among others, but he's who immedietly comes to mind when reading your work.

That being said, if it were me, I would have ended it with ". . . carry you all the way home." I wasn't crazy about the last paragraph.

[stealthbeanie]

wow. thankyou.
who are you?
-k