and closer than hands held together, we moved pushing run into stairs i couldn't step up. the past had shorter legs, it didn't move as fast as the present, more to contend with i suppose, less to move with it said. figuring out no more than loss, she told me it was the end that mattered, not what i had done, but where i ended up, what race i finished, not where i started from. I knew there was some truth to it, but if only i could have run further from my self, started less inside, more close to her, i wanted the race to be through her veins, i could be moving like hammurabi in her heart, cutting ribbons, letting her head fall to the floor. she was only held together by the knot. by the end.
and closer than hands held together, we moved pushing run into stairs i couldn't step up. the past had shorter legs, it didn't move as fast as the present, more to contend with i suppose, less to move with it said. figuring out no more than loss, she told me it was the end that mattered, not what i had done, but where i ended up, what race i finished, not where i started from. I knew there was some truth to it, but if only i could have run further from my self, started less inside, more close to her, i wanted the race to be through her veins, i could be moving like hammurabi in her heart, cutting ribbons, letting her head fall to the floor. she was only held together by the knot. by the end.
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It's been almost 15 years
I never posted a ten year retrospective, and FIFTEEN is approaching. I feel like I've talked and thought more about LJ in the past year than I did in…
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Prepost apology: I still haven't written that 10 year state of livejournal that I promised back on my 10th LJ anniversary. I am still thinking about…
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Synchronicity
I just found that a new friend was a livejournal user and happened upon the realization that this, almost exactly, is my ten year anniversary. I…
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