Monday, August 25, 2008

Blondes, MY Blondes

The Missing Frame

"So please don't wake me"
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For a second of a now memory, I've never been more whole. I could sing as loud as I can, volume flailing to the heights of implosion [HOW CHEESY IS THAT]. But how can I help it, when for a second of a now memory, I've remembered how to let me be. And I didn't challenge myself with the equation for Train A and Train B, because the answer doesn't matter. Train A is taking me to Train B, regardless the bliss or wreck, and whether they collide or leave me at the station, I've had my ride. I was bound, and we've always been. But how amazing to just be.
So, I look to my left, and there they were. I was complete, and I let it go. Just for a second.
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