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Monday, June 23, 2008
Because somebody actually uses my lines :)
I've never been quite so numb for quite so long. I'm caught in half-speed; between a bottled boat and a coral reef. This is me, floating in and out of his day; that is I, weaving my way through her life.

Life, you and I play a funny game..of bent rules and blurred lines. We've reached an understanding based on secrets and lies: we're experts in that sense -hey, you've got to be good at something.

I did it because..because..

because there was not much else to do
because I could
because..maybe..I was looking for you
but maybe it'll stay beneath the surface just so I can act like I'm above it all.

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I hope the conversations suck ass
I'm so affected it's not even funny.

Hahaha

..okay so maybe it's KINDA funny.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008
Whyyy
You are the distance I can't seem to keep; can't seem to see. From my little point on the Earth's surface, to yours, there are no stoplights..only detours. I can't pry myself away from those moments wherein you amuse me..or amaze me -oftentimes, both.

Your smile is dangerous, in that sense

in the sense that I like who I happen to be, when I know you're around;
in the sense that I do what I don't have to and I am where I can't be;
in the sense that one glance seems to ease the hustle and bustle of one day
to the next.

You are the invisible but invincible string keeping my hands tied, eyes wide, to who I used to be..someone the world isn't exactly frantically out searching, for. Someone I'm not too sure I'd be willing to welcome back, with open arms.

It's funny how frightening the effect you (still) have on me, is. It's hilarious that I don't seem to be scared enough to stay away. Quite the contrary.

So maybe I am a little bit jealous and maybe I want you to know; but you shan't because you can't.

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Friday, June 6, 2008
Don't be dense :)
I'm not about emotion,
because I've been there
-been all about emotion;
and I've struggled with the notion
of logic and thin air.
I'm not about emotion,
cause I've been spit out into an ocean
of a million tiny granules
of people who really couldn't care.

And when I'm all about emotion
-you'll have to catch the way I stare;
when those placid eyes and sly half-smiles
denote the mystery of what's there,
then you'll have crossed that empty ocean
and made me forget that stupid notion,
and I'm praying it'll be sometime soon
with someone for whom
I seem to care

quite a bit.

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