January 2010
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the night breeze greets me as i open the car door.
similar to a soft piece of cotton being brushed past your cheek.
i bask in the feel of the evening wind.
december never felt so wrong.
the night breeze pushes me through the tall grass.
similar to laundry hanging on the line, brushing across your arms
i live in a world of decembers.
and they never felt so wrong.
the night breeze reminds me...
its a strange feeling to be grown up.
to not have the want for more than a pair of slippers and a warm bath.
to be content.
its a strange feeling to be happy.
to smile at the sound of a storm.
to be content.
its a strange feeling to look at someone with feeling.
to not be afraid of jumping in headfirst.
to be content.
at last.
“Here I was born, and there I died. It was only a moment for you; you took no...”
– Vertigo.
wait…..
they don’t love you like i love you.