March 15, 2005

• oh.
      oh.

  there were lovers that she wanted to keep, letters that she had burned,
  words that she would rather have left unsaid, but these things come and
  go - with the passing days, the passing moments into fleeting memories.

  sometimes you say i love you just to hear if it rings true.

  page by page, line by line, i read words that i have written. wishes
  that have come true, memories captured from my biased perspective, the
  history i have written for myself.

  i am ready for one last wild boy before my sojourn to the south. i know
  who he is and where to find him tonight. there are some things you know
  and some things you don't. but i've only two weeks to know it all for
  sure.

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