Almond Eyes
10/25/2005 11:59 p.m.
One folder with my words from your mouth. How did I never see these or anything in them? You know yourself almost as well as I do, in there, in that folder. You know us better than you like to believe, you see through, you see your own fears, and when you see mine you don't know what to think but you see them. You ask the world questions. Maybe you were asking me. Maybe I was too afraid to let you. You can't blame me for it I suppose, but I can just a little because its within my right to do so. So afraid that if I show you a fault...

But I never realized that you saw them all. You layed them out. And you saw all the sweetness and fear that we harboured. The sheer terror of being in love. It makes me want to reread every poem I ever wrote about us. It makes me want to see through my own eyes again. I wonder if you do that. Re read your own poems so as to see through your own eyes again. It's beautiful in there.

What a curious beginend.