You would have that way about you, of course///the one that makes me hope for lucid dreams and the patience to stand still for
just
one
second. memory has become a weapon now//I searched for you;;cross-referencing your name with heat lightning and blue-brown eye color/but i could not find you//no/not until I knew the truth...a fickle thing, truth//its resemblance to love is
striking

striking like a meteor shower that never came and a box of letters i just can't stomach//"It makes you stonger"//yeah, I've heard the line a thousand times so don't waste your breath on me, my dear//stronger is last thing i need...

01/16/2007