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Sometimes it takes seeing the sand dial of an experience on a few grains of sand and tear drops, ready to be turned over to see what it is you really feel. Vices made apparent by a lack of tact and feel, and more importantly a loss of touch and healing. Through jealousy and overbearingness one can quickly erase all comfort and care you gave. The care you give to someone out of all your affections, to emulate as best you can the situation they were never presented with. To try to defeat that image in your mind that this is so fading, and that the sand dial is ready to be flipped over, back to the beginnings you so proclaimed and never really want to go back to. Its like leaving a lion in a savannah where he is frail, no confidence, in limbo, not knowing what to do. Its as if for so long you roamed in tall grasses where you didn't have to crouch to kiss, and now you've reached the basin of the river. Maybe if i somehow wink to the stars again and bring out a smile out of a crescent moon, the waters of the ohio river could somehow flow into the mediterranean sea. Not leaving to my imagination, what did or didn't come of age. This ceases to be an apologetic note, i wish it more to serve as a message to let you know that with every one of your glances you posess something very dear to me. Something you listened to, as your sleeping fading eyes flickered, your ears against my chest as my arms embraced you.