2005-02-27
as fate has it
I am watching all these people fall in and out of love so easily - all I feel is a slippery bar of soap.
And than a fire burns where it is untouchable until a soul walks by and reaches through me and tears me up and spits me out so gently. I never saw it coming - the tearing, the ripping and the spitting. I remember looking at the lawn below us so fiercely because I wasn't afraid of what I would see in those eyes, but I was afraid that I would never forget them.
And it's true, they say, that when there is no tingle and there is no turn, that just a straight line brings you no where.
I don't know if I can go through with this.
oilandwater at 2:59 a.m.