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[Mar. 2nd, 2004|08:25 pm] |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2004|08:27 pm] |
light and magic. danced through the air in the afternoon silhouettes of leaves bursting past entangled branches. swaying in the descending breeze.
at night i lay in the darkness listening to traffic, the circumvolution of wheels on pavement. it begins to sound like a portentous wind when they're at the right distance; and there's something so heartbreakingly familiar about the noise, so easily identifiable as meshing together lost years with the present.
it's the sound of quiet waves at the beach and road trips when you were young and your neighborhood in the early morning, lives flitting past car by car, flickering like fireflies in the summer heat. and all you want is sleep to lull you back to these fond places, but you're not realizing that new landscapes are being crafted at that exact moment.
and i won't care if you don't love me.
and i won't care if you don't change.
i would live inside these shadows i cast for you
if it meant that you would stay.
i will write this down for you so you can read it.
i will hold my breath for you so i won't feel it.
you don't have to see me this way..
'cause this way i'm okay.
if they hate you.. remember, they hated me first. |
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