Wednesday, March 4, 2009

I want to save you.

But you would never let that happen.
My felicity and yours are found in different things.
If only we found it in each other.

I am going to bed now.
I think I will read all night.
No sleep; dreaming tends to lead down multitudes of pathways I don't like to awake from.

It eats away at me to discover that they were just dreams.

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