Wednesday, May 19, 2010


Wait for me by the bottom of the pool, never close your eyes. It is not a good picture. The eye is fooled and you appear to walk on water. Your inability to take the moment. Your stomach is hurting and it's always hurting, you want to eat and chews.

The locks are down and the strain has been lifted. Always a plus and the highs and the stumbling, I love it all and i'll hold myself up if I have to. You may be near but it's never enough. I want it to be enough and more than I can take. Your poking around is making us all restless.

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