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  • Can you show me which way is up and how to get down from here? I've spent months trying to reach point B but point A just keeps getting further and further away with no directions on how to get back to the interstate. So lets walk up the 59th division line to our state's great history and talk about the fact that we never used to have anything to talk about when you were young and i was dumb but we both never really understood the fact that love could be anymore than what we were in the world. I guess i'm just glad we found each other and started to walk and talk and walk and talk and talk and walk and find out where we should be going but now we've both got a significant other to make a permanent imprint on the other's soul. Life's easier without the bandits, isn't it?

    I'm pretty confident this is what love is. When two people can show one another that there's really no place we can ever stop for breaks or rest once you've found the other because that would only mean stopping our upwards motion to the very tip top of a world so small that our momentum could only grow to be so very large by the time we reach the top we'll probably have missed it if we aren't paying too close attention.

    Though lately i've felt i've been living in that strange in-between place of self-similarity hilarity that makes we want to smile for the funniest reason the other day i sat on the top of that hill and told you make sure not to forget my hat because it's going to be a cold one outside and when i'm inside i always have the funniest feeling that i'm caving in and the walls are caving in but it turns out we were the ones caving in.

    It's no wonder we're happier than ever; because if two shapes like us could be altered, fragmented, broken, built and rebuilt by anyone dumb enough to be standing there into such perfectly corresponding pieces then i think maybe the world or the universe or maybe nothing at all is trying to give us hints at what we may want deep down inside ourselves. But according to the rest of the world none of this matters because we've reached Terra's bitter end and once the gears get grinding there will be absolutely no way to stop it from devouring us all.

    All this old talk of myans and their mystical faith could be right but that doesn't change the fact that I will still love you all the same until the solid ground decides it's better off some other far away place. I hope i never see you fade again 'cause i don't think i could bear the strain of trying to escape from this black nothing abyss residing in a small and reclusive corner inside of my head.
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