im shutting my eyes and holding your hand. im straining and im not moving. im not right beside you.
im fighting more, breathing less. i sleep with my eyes open.
this is you and you and i.
the sun isnt going to set. birds will cease to sing, but the wind is at your back. and so am i.
and so it goes.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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