From the coarse of a damper night, I just miss you. I just.
In the bland of a well lite day, this isn't right. This isn't.
At the point of view of a nulled out few, My Dear I wish. My Dear.
A lack of end to any words, I can't even begin to pretend. I can't.
Waiting for you, in the pose of what I know to be true. This is everything I will never get to tell. In the pose...
Come over.
Connect.
Converse.
Correct.
See me the second you know I'm on. Tell me the reason you took so long. It's been a while since the last delayed reaction to the demands I commend in my abstract fashion.
But please, don't go away. Trust in Tuesday to make tomorrow seem so lame in comparison to today.
With such clever word play, how could it all have gone so wrong. Tuesday comes, and now you're gone.
Good bye.
Reject.
Silence.
Counterfeit.
I never wanted anything more than the left alone. Tomorrow rises, sundown bears no surpises, to care no less, to wish no more. Love was a password to crashing compromises, you spoke the word, I fell to the floor. Never wanted anything more. There's nothing worse than to be proven wrong in your own right. Yesterday, I was fine without feelings, tonight, I am fine by your side. Tomorrow, I will be left alone with a sundown that bears no surprises, to remind me to care no less, and to wish no more.
What sweet tender override to lay out the space between these words well thought.
What life exist in books and branded to a page with ink swell to produce harm or heart.
I stain the conversation with a bitter drop of red from a tongue ripe of all the times to bite down and be still. I hope to hold not my blood from your sight any longer.
I rip the pages to show the frail hold outside of the ideals and imagination running through layers of paper painted with the symbols of communication.
Documentation. cold creation. Synthetic is exportation.
I should be happier here. In the warm of our social grouping. I should be well lost in the storyl
I don't think we should mock what it was like to love at fifteen. I think that if we could all love in that way (perpetually and honestly and with so much passion that we could feel ourselves ready to burst with it) then this place would be so much happier. We'd be more fulfilled and so sure, so positive- this is the one. This is the one to complete me. And we wouldn't worry about details or the future or heartbreaks to come: just the time that is now. A time that is perpetually Summer and brimming with nostalgia. Loving at fifteen is loving young and loving "forever", and it's something I regret we grow out of.
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"I only wanted to create a story where I got everything I ever needed, for the first time in the extent of my life. The unfortunate thing is that no matter how good the story is, how deep the words, this is as close as I will ever get to having everything I ever needed, for the first and only time in the extent of my life."
Sad to say, money has gotten tight. Real tight. So i'm going to have to cut off the internet (and the phone itself in fact). I'll probably have like a week or so before they shut it off altogether. So i'll be checking in everyday until then. I'll also try my best to get through all the deviations that pop up until I leave.
I'll still be able to visit from time to time. We have a local library close by and they allow internet access. So at least once a week i'll find the time to stop by and keep up with you all. But, as far as everyday visits and all that, no more. I also won't be able to upload files anymore so you won't be seeing any new su