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  • i keep asking myself, do you remember the night you were walking on water? do you remember those dreams you had, with the porcelain & glass? and can you remember the promise you made to yourself — that you would be lighter than the birds with hollow bones. and can you remember those things you set to music like a day in motion. you moved something then. finally you have made something that wasn't there before you and your hands came around. so this time, you let it happen. you just let it happen. this time, the words tumble out in this most perfect sequence, chained like lights on a string. none of them jagged as they rush past your teeth.

    (you may be standing alone, on the edges of buildings, but the rest of the world still lies at your feet.)



    i unearthed this old collage & text-snippet from my high school livejournal. sure brings back memories.
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