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:: Monday, March 10, 2003 ::
Regretful Recollection
in those last few weeks words began to stick to my throat and come out as lost syllables, choked, somehow broken. so i couldnt tell him how much i wanted to knock on his door, just to see if he would answer, if he would still know the sound of my breathing.
stuttering thoughts, incomplete,
i need distraction, illusion to cover me.
i cant walk forever thinking complete thoughts of...
...what?
i cant go on forever walking on the dry soil of his words...
i burn myself with memories of... of...
i will not repeat the past ever again, never again...
i need to be diluted, smoke to cover me...
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i just finished some chai tea....yummy...
spain is very soon....the small fear has subsided and transitioned into an impatient excitedness...i am ready to lose myself in spain, in europe....i will be purchasing a eurorail ticket...so i am fortunate enough to add france, switzerland, and italy to my agenda...the reality of it all is quite tasty and goes down quite smooth...
UIC tomorrow. goodnite.
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There is a dream in my brain that just won’t go away.
It has been stuck there since it came a few nights ago...
But now I’m confused...Do these dreams have any meaning?
No. No, I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both.
Something vague that we are not seeing, something more like a feeling.
stellar lady:: Anonymous 8:54 PM [+] ::
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