Oct 09, 2009 21:44
our moments are locked in the past. we create no longer. Taken for granted makes essential and existential sense here.
you are lovely, lady. I wish your dreams beyond true.
Boys take your empathy. with the depth of knowing we've lucklily experienced, there is a lack of promise. That is your word is prone to forgetfulness. Intentions are great and warm like a heart. Lack is not the focus, but the spae between.
Maybe "we" are liminal.
you date your imaginary husband. I'll dive into the skies. I've been practising squats for this moment.