Okay here's the story... for you, Ryan The Girl ( Read more... )

in a break from mental planning ( Read more... )

Measure me in miles and not in hours
Or a rate of them both
It was always about the timing or being on time... time and time again
We've run out of it all and there's no need to point
those young lovers had it easy
when you think about how we'll both stay awake
and wander for the hope of it all
because there's nothing still left standing.

we have a choice before us ( Read more... )

and then came the day when he found his words to be so brittle... and so fragile... that they were much better off kept to himself, and to those around him that already knew what they meant.

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the end.

Touchdown, Chris Michaud.

Home youre excited. now right wired I'm. Death to scared I'm because places and chances the avoiding but you see to hoping im. Bit a change didnt i and... backward song that wrote I so. Me or you not least at well. Correctly guess and fate predict cant you. Way that end dont stories. Couldn't it but "?it will" wondered first i when windshield the ( Read more... )

i wished for you a good thought and then i settled at my desk to write you a letter. hopefully, it will reach you by the morning but by then I'll be halfway to a place i cant be reached for any reason. so... to me, this is dead now. and ive always thought that letters make the best of endings... so I scattered over these pages all the missing ( Read more... )

the rain was breaking up raido reception. calm down. its alright. its all right ( Read more... )

and on he walks, his poor, poor memory causes him to always take his camera. he spends his time capturing the love and moment at the exact seconds when they defined him best. making sure to get the good, the bad and to always save room for pictures of her eyes. but a hooRah for his memory coming back now... to himself, he recalls; forgive, forget ( Read more... )