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the egde It's like we're running as fast as we can, lungs filled with fire, calves heavy like pianos. And there's nothing ahead. Touching the edge of something I never dreamed had an end. Like an unfishished story we have nowhere, and everywhere, to go from here. It's as if it were all a project under construction that lost funding halfway through, and now we're in the top room of a building with no roof. And through the holes I can see clouds rolling down the sky like tears down cheeks. We're still running, but I'm falling behind. I can't keep up with you anymore. My lungs feel like they're going to burst. We're at the edge and you've run off, run off into something that hasn't even been created yet, floating in empty space and its the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You've run off the edge and turned around, floating away, but you're looking back at me. And you smile. And there's no sadness. And I'm back in time two years and I've just come home and you're there in the hall, lighting it up like you borrowed light from the sun. And suddenly you see me, our eyes meet, and there's that smile, like you know there's no such thing as an ending, like you know things I won't ever understand. And now I'm flying, somewhere in the sky, looking down at the ocean and I'm lost in a moment that never happened, and you're floating further away from me and your eyes are whispering I love you. And I can't speak because you already know everything I want to say. So my eyes do, as best they know how, in a voice husky because they haven't talked to anyone in a long time. Looking straight into you. I love you too. Forever. ----- - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 personal empowerment - 9:48 p.m. , January 12, 2005 jaksdf - 7:22 p.m. , December 19, 2004 the break up - 11:08 p.m. , December 16, 2004 fists of rage - 6:28 p.m. , December 13, 2004 |