

WaterListening to the Thwap of paddles against the water always makes me remember him, always will I suppose. There's something about water, whether in a glass or a lake that screams of him. And it isn't only the way he would gravitate to water, but also the way he felt like water, smooth and always moving.Water
It's nearly impossible to remember anything but the water now. Maybe it's harder to remember the lead up because if I forget it, the Grande finale is easier to bear, to think safe living thoughts that don't sting, thoughts that let you breathe. The hospital was an odd mixture of off white and mint green. My shoes squeaked wit


Three monthsHe found me crumpled by the fence like a spineless rag doll, sobbing and pathetic. He was barefoot and carrying an old stick like a staff. He glared at me. I stopped crying and glared back, I had that much pride left. "'m Peter," he said around a mouthful of lollypop. "Meggie," I replied, still glaring. "Wanna sucker" "Sure" I was six, he was seven and he never let me forget it. He was blonde and grey eyed and his cheek bones stuck out at sharp angles that I always wanted to poke, just to see if it was really bone under there. His bones seemed too big for his body and no matter how much he ate, his skin could nevThree months
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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¥~*I do not like the feeling that I am feeling while I'm feeling it
and when I'm done feeling it for the moment I won't feel wrong for feeling it,but right now I feel it and it feels wrong.*~¥ - (E.Soileau)
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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If she has to tell the story,
She tells it slowly
- ~AnUrbanNomad, "And They Didn't Sleep..."
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