ii. some aftermath; the equation written but smudged on my palm.

Sep 03, 2005 05:01

this is not at all what i expected, it feels so much better letting it roll through my brain and off my tongue into the embracing folds of a loving, friendly ear. i'll make mate cocido and i have comfortable lawn chairs (though i prefer the cushion of grass) we can sit until the sun rises or until it sets. i am the awkward and perfected mannerisms and jumbling words together and sometimes not knowing where to look but we'll always have the stars or the wind rustling through the leaves. tell me, are we missing from each other's lives?
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