Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I still think of you once in a while but I turn away. I know that you aren't real, only created in my mind using palettes of the physical you impressed over the substance I hoped to find.

If only longing had the power to make you real. If only, if only.

There are no answers on this side except this: that life goes on.

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