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IndissolubleHa, that guys back windshield is covered in snow. Isnt that illegal?
Maybe we should clean it off for him.
No, wait, I was kidding! Joseph? JOSEPH!
You need to help clean it off, too.
No thank you, man. No way.
Come on Linsey
Its odd to look at us now compared to how and who we were back then. He was shy, but what little personality he showed was absolutely arresting in every possible way. Me? I was painfully introverted. So much so that he almost didnt fully crack that stifling shell of self-inflicted loneliness. When everything was revealed, at the end of it all, it turns out we were just severed halves of the same person.
You cant describe him back then without describing me. From being the quintessential black sheep of two very
LemonsHe stands with a slant, no light glare in clouded dark eyes
His hair is the wind with bits of the sky
From skin to fingertips to nose to waist, theres poise
With a sloping smile hed enchant and believe
He walks like a bird and talks without reasons
Through prowess he would force any into submission
She stands only small, fists full of grass
A girl with a transparent beating base
A life without treason or focus or sensation
Theres pain in her soul and her heart is of glass
Even with a stutter shell take you by chance
Darkness and light fade in those gypsy eyes
Just a quick stare will take you by surprise
Her hand his hand red strings and more
You can see them both right down to the core
The lightning and earth trigger as one for a second
Their encounters are fleeting and quizzically pleasing
Their foundation is solid and sand
Different in their elements though they may see
Combined together theyre just meant to be.
OrnatelyI need to simmer for awhile
In these days of denial
The hurt was exchanged and laid to waste
Such things are plainly seen on my face
Breaking, a shattering, a loss for words
You could never understand what I saw and heard
The way he moved and his slight of hand
Tear-sweeping gestures than turned sadness to glad
My heart here resides soundly in his fist
Just a flick of the finger is all he needs to make me miss
Oh sorely how I feel when you are away
And how blindly smothered I am when you stay
There are too many things that cant be said
Though I love you now that part of me is dead
We cling to it with a hope it will be reborn
Yet the longer we sit here the more I mourn
So while we sit here hand in hand
I continually wonder when this will crumble to sand
Like the grains of muddy dirt
When rubbed in this wound all it does is hurt
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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