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love does not rhyme. it isn't logical, nor predictable. love doesn't throw fists, or deceive its victim.
loves of all sorts go on after living.
i just thought i could use a reminder, is all.
tonight i feel like running into the middle of the street and dancing something exotic. it doesn't matter that i can't dance, and it's not important that the middle of the street is only four feet from houses in each direction. the city doesn't hold so much for me these days, so a late night drive in the country is satisfactory. listening to ani difranco and old punk bands i've long since forgotten exist, it's like a scene out of the perks of being a wallflower. we've all had those infinite moments and we've all written about them over and over again, but it's only so often you can really say you feel free, and i remember back in august i told you that you were the first person to teach me freedom. and now, you're releasing me from these nearly invisible claws of something i haven't felt in at least a few months, but i'm not clearheaded enough to be able to say a year. i could do it, though. i mean, it'd be worth it at least.
say anything, but say what you mean, and i'll give you everything.
sincerely yours,
Lauren.
loves of all sorts go on after living.
i just thought i could use a reminder, is all.
tonight i feel like running into the middle of the street and dancing something exotic. it doesn't matter that i can't dance, and it's not important that the middle of the street is only four feet from houses in each direction. the city doesn't hold so much for me these days, so a late night drive in the country is satisfactory. listening to ani difranco and old punk bands i've long since forgotten exist, it's like a scene out of the perks of being a wallflower. we've all had those infinite moments and we've all written about them over and over again, but it's only so often you can really say you feel free, and i remember back in august i told you that you were the first person to teach me freedom. and now, you're releasing me from these nearly invisible claws of something i haven't felt in at least a few months, but i'm not clearheaded enough to be able to say a year. i could do it, though. i mean, it'd be worth it at least.
say anything, but say what you mean, and i'll give you everything.
sincerely yours,
Lauren.