Sunday, August 1, 2010

Not owning a jar

Someday it will heal, but it will forget. It's inevitable and you don't come back from something like that. I'll be here still, but you will no longer be my person. So if I promise to play your song, will you give me my dance today?

"large snowflakes flutter through the night.. what will you wish for?"

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