seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- in the auditorium with the blue seats when we are the least bit connected. when i feel like it is impossible. you are breathing behind me, the creases in your pants are delicate and careful in their pattern, the delicate lines and folds; ice cracking down the center. you are soft to my doubt. pliable to the weak grip of my hands. when i feel like it is impossible. when i feel like i am having the worst day of my life, i force myself to remember 16:25 - 28 August, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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