It's just life
I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.

Dying Breath

Monday, Nov. 19, 2007
After a night of equal flirtation and throwing of barbs the end came too quick. He got out of the car, walked me to the door and I threw my arms around him like it was the last time I might ever see him. He kissed me softly and I made a joke. Diffusing the intense desire I had to make the moment last until my dying breath.

This feeling sneaks up on me, jumps out from the bushes to surprise me every time I see him lately. A relationship with too many complications before it even exists. Still, still...

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be.
For the gentle wind does move,

~William Blake

11:50 a.m. ::
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