mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary

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roses in her eyes

Listen, listen:
She is somewhere, he is somewhere; You can hear them calling out from miles away--if you sit alone in the darkness of your bedroom at night you can hear them searching for you. This thought should bring you joy, because you know that they will not stop until you crash together in a tangle of limbs and lips, lifelines criss-crossing, and you will believe in magic on that day. You will believe that these tiny mysteries mean something much, much more than what they seem.
We are going to rise and kiss the ceiling! Like balloons! Filled with secrets that lift us up, up, up, beyond the sidewalks and beyond the factories, over the houses filled with sweet sleeping children and lovers fumbling under the sheets, above the restless dogs pacing in their pens and above the things that weren't supposed to be but became, anyhow!

1:38 p.m. - 2005-06-09

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