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Location: Melbourne's shining streets, Victoria, Australia

This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Friday, June 22, 2007

Promises

He asked me: do you see a pattern?
Of course I do. I'm not stupid. So I promised him I would do these things:
I will write out a playlist for him.
I will do something to raise my heart rate.
I will stretch, relax, release.
I will write out my feelings and admit them.
I will comfort a pillow like it is a crying baby.

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