Wednesday, March 2, 2011


it feels like when we were young.
the exchanges of ourselves in different forms and expressions.
to become noticed or become something more.
searching for something...but not even sure what that something is.
discovering encrypted words and phrases.
a sense of familiarity has been noticed but is lost in the process.
connections are made.
difference. similarity.
are they?
fear of losing purity.
suppressing a hatred towards something that may not exist.
or does it?...will it?
gambling the choices away

it feels like when we were young. doesn't it.

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