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| Monday, July 24, 2006 |
| Preservation |
| posted @ 02:07:00 MDT by bryn |
| If we really cared about saving those important places, those places where "we came from" we would save the ocean. Idiots. |
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| Saturday, July 1, 2006 |
| The Moment |
| posted @ 02:49:00 MDT by bryn |
| She was walking away and I asked I called I hoped but I asked : Where are you going? (wait... it was worse... there was a "hey" on it) Hey, where are you going? To my surprise, To the surprise of anyone watching... She stopped. Not only did she stop... She came back. How on Earth does that happen? She turned, toward the windows, and the light was like a spotlight as she walked back to me. She didn't stop her usual two to three feet carefully measured away as to not be less than two to three feet away like lunch is not dinner. She walked right up to me. She walked right up to me and looked right up at me. I looked down at her smiling face and I realized that I was standing in the center of the Universe. Everything else and everyone else was outside of this moment. I wanted nothing more than to be there forever. I wanted to have that moment in a box to save for the day I die, to open and behold and be held by. And in that moment I completely forgot what it was that I wanted to say in the first place. I completely forgot everything and lived a lifetime in what was probably a second at best. But, it didn't matter, because I had only made up a question in the first place that she might turn my way and the moment passed. And now: I I feel I I slap together words that mean nothing . |
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