but not about you

someone lives through it (they always do) and i'll be standing swimming reaching, just reaching....

("well, i've got reservations about so many things, but not about you.") and i can't seem to figure what was a dream and what wasn't. imaginings are cold heart collaborators and bring you down way down and you can see the stars better from there, see through space with so much clarity that every star seems to rest in your open palms (this is space, they say) and soon, we'll be delivering ourselves.

2004-03-23 | 7:04 p.m.
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