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i don't even know to where to start right now. firstly, this is longest i've ever gone without writing on this thing. i don't know..
i feel as if i've gone long enough that it's just me and you. well, and perhaps a select few.
it's been awhile. i don't think i need you as much anymore. maybe i do and don't realize it. nevertheless i met a person of interest while away. it's odd that you and i haven't connected since then. well, actually one of the more recent entries was an early correspondence. for awhile i was frightened to write in here because i was afraid that he would find it but then i realized one of the things about him that made him so attractive was the idea that he would never care enough to.
it doesn't really matter now. i have moved on and since then, so has he. how long must one wait before reclaiming their possessions? i've distractions residing in his ownership. i've time to kill found on sliver disks. i've pages torn from notebooks i'd prefer his eyes not glance upon. a mistake i wont make of future lovers. for i've concluded that it is my prose which convolute boys’ feelings for me. an eloquent guise in which i peak an interest in the ones i seek. a play on emotions i possess for a third party whom they constantly consider themselves. silly boys.
i'm loosing sight of perspective. i'm leaping without looking. i've lost my once firm footing. i think that i'm free falling..
here is hoping these wings work.
nathan.
i feel as if i've gone long enough that it's just me and you. well, and perhaps a select few.
it's been awhile. i don't think i need you as much anymore. maybe i do and don't realize it. nevertheless i met a person of interest while away. it's odd that you and i haven't connected since then. well, actually one of the more recent entries was an early correspondence. for awhile i was frightened to write in here because i was afraid that he would find it but then i realized one of the things about him that made him so attractive was the idea that he would never care enough to.
it doesn't really matter now. i have moved on and since then, so has he. how long must one wait before reclaiming their possessions? i've distractions residing in his ownership. i've time to kill found on sliver disks. i've pages torn from notebooks i'd prefer his eyes not glance upon. a mistake i wont make of future lovers. for i've concluded that it is my prose which convolute boys’ feelings for me. an eloquent guise in which i peak an interest in the ones i seek. a play on emotions i possess for a third party whom they constantly consider themselves. silly boys.
i'm loosing sight of perspective. i'm leaping without looking. i've lost my once firm footing. i think that i'm free falling..
here is hoping these wings work.
nathan.