Sunday, February 8, 2009

This is not the time or place for us to speak like this,
Even if I had the thought, I'd never dreamed of this.
So dry your hollow eyes, and let's go down to the water.
In a different time or place the words could make more sense,
In this perfect world, the future wouldn't make it down.
So dry your hollow eyes and let's go down to the water...
Even though it's the last time.

converse.

lovers.

death.

big little kid.

I'd kill to have the summer of 2008 back. You have no idea. Oh, and, all the amazing times when it was actually tolerable outside.
Today, I'm cleaning. I just wanted to blog first. I've said enough.

I love Alex.

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