a snapshot by Olivia Weinkeinhe breathes life like he's never been lonely
and i would touch him if i thought it would ever
mean something to him.
but we are ghosts, he and i. we cannot help but to
continue to pass eachother by.
and i love him because he is rain
and sunflowers and every other thing i cannot
live without.
i love him
because i do not know how
to love
anyone
else.
11/27/2003 Posted on 11/27/2003 Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein
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