"I'll be the one to break my heart." - Feist
Is it asking too much to want to be loved for exactly the way I am? Imperfection can be beautiful and endearing, right? My heart is broken and I feel like I am under water and no one can hear me. Tears splash down my cheeks and I want to escape to the streets, but I don't want people to see me like this.
I was trying to get your attention in my dream. I had something terribly important to tell you, but you would not stay put. You just kept moving around acting strangely like sitting in the livingroom in your underwear bobbing your head to music that could not be heard. I found you in my closet sitting on my shoes. You were so happy stealing kisses and rolling the earth in the palm of your hand.
I slipped between the slats in my wooden floor and found recycling comingling with raspberry Blow-Pops. Sweet dirty reincarnation.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
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