Two days short of two months, stemming from a friendship of two years. Propelled too fast to be peculiar, only feeling simply natural. Our hearts enveloped within each other, to be warmed and held above the cold. Despite the surrounding noise, there is us. Among the specs, the bed, the table; we drifted about this plane. Only now, have we finally met.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
So little to say, but so much time.
Two days short of two months, stemming from a friendship of two years. Propelled too fast to be peculiar, only feeling simply natural. Our hearts enveloped within each other, to be warmed and held above the cold. Despite the surrounding noise, there is us. Among the specs, the bed, the table; we drifted about this plane. Only now, have we finally met.
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