There Are Bridges You Didn't Know You Crossed Until You've Crossed

Nov 19, 2004 05:30

I touch my pen to paper, and somehow- remarkably so- it still works
I’ve been so tired, so sad, so alone. I’ve been so frustrated, so confused, so homesick for a home I don’t think exists- well, not yet anyway.
I touch my pen to my paper and somehow it still works-I fell…better I’m that girl in muted colors who you look straight through; you can’t ( Read more... )

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creativecstasy November 19 2004, 20:08:29 UTC
:hugs:

we really should meet at some point this weekend. really really.

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doom_buggy November 19 2004, 22:52:44 UTC
You've got it; I would like that very much.

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