January 4, 2004

  • *deep sigh* -the kind that happens almost entirely inside of you.

    Do you ever miss Texas? Not TM, but TEXAS?
    I miss the consistency today... I drove 110 in my mind. Admired the scenary again.
    I used to drive that way whenever I needed to breathe... I do not have a road to escape to here. Or a roommate to scream with. I miss you.

    i hate that you won't call me.

    i hate that you're hurting.

    i hate that you're confused.

    i hate that school starts tomorrow.

    i hate that this feels like limbo... or purgatory (as Jordan would say).

    why are you so angry?

    i hate that i can't just go to Aussie with you in Oct.

    i want your honesty.

    so why do i hesitate with mine?

    I'm ok with being alone.

Comments (5)

  • are you really?

  • couldn't get your links open.
    damn apple.
    i love you.
    i miss you like whoa.
    i need you and a boys and guitar cd and things will be on their way to being ok.
    but i don't and i can't so i feel stuck.
    come to florida soon, ok?
    love.

  • miss you more.
    love.

  • Oh yeah, by the way, I do miss Texas. Dallas particularly...not that I don't like it here, it's just way different. I think I may live Portland or Seattle one day...bigger city. You wanna come? Oh wait...I think the point was having somewhere to escape to...

  • But only three in all God's universe
    Have heard this word thou hast said,---Himself, beside
    Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied
    One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse
    So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce
    My sight from seeing thee,---that if I had died,
    The deathweights, placed there, would have signified
    Less absolute exclusion. 'Nay' is worse
    From God than from all others, O my friend!
    Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
    Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend;
    Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
    And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
    We should but vow the faster for the stars.

    -Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    I'm with 'Dreya, come to Florida soon, ok?

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