old

I cannot look at him and Not feel like crying. Where once was a fire, raging Has been replaced with a blank stare, glazed looks... I cannot speak. Not for harshness, not because I like the silence But for the memories. They race through my head, they choke me Before words can spill out my mouth. Hands, however restless Cannot make up for lost words Or lost time.
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'a fire, raging.'

that really touched me.
you're a wonderful writer.
[Anonymous]
yup, giant is a supermarket.

_opalsnowflake_
[Anonymous]
I am terribly sorry.

response to your note:

Kristen took the shots. Probably the first and last time she will ever see me in such compromising positions. Woo.
I thought that possibly this entry was a current feeling, which speaks to me as a relationship's death. And that is sad.

But now as I come back to leave this note, perhaps it's an old feeling, seeing as the title is "old."

:-)

Either way, your words struck me deeply.
oh i'll bite you...and very poetic, very nice...i hope everything's all right...yo. much immature lust yo...
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