Pictures of Passing Cars
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And true, it may seem like a stretch
But it’s thoughts like this that catch
My troubled head when you’re away
When I am missing you to death
They will see us waving from such great heights
“Come down now,” they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
“Come down now,” but we’ll stay . . .
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Life round here is pretty low maintenence, personable, and some confusing sort of heartache. Learned more about the urgency of the world, intensified my longing. I’m not really writing anymore. AP pretty much zapped all the enjoyment from the act. I just can’t pull it out of me like the old days. Everything is pictures now. And spirit. There’s something strange and almost erie about long term friendships. There is occasionally a confusion about whether it is appropriate to have such feelings for someone outside of family, but then again I always run the ties deep. It goes deeper than real feelings, its love that is so natural its as if it never began, and the knowing of one another is so deep that they are a part of you. Anyway, just pictures from my June ‘09 folder.
