It was the last breeze that wrapped its thin fingers around my head. It was the last breeze of many breezes that wrapped fingers tightly around my head. I walked outside and I stared up. Up. Not up, I stared Out. There is no Up. How many times did I leave her? In how many different ways? How many times did she leave me? In how many different ways? Thats the balance. A balance. The stars continued to swirl. Swirled faster than possible based on the laws of motion. I was moving my head back and forth at the time. It probably didnt count. I still missed her. Almost, but not enough to try to find her on Facebook.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 07:52:53 +0000
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