Falling out of love is finding what's under it. I wanted to read the book more than let her know I loved her. I fancied ordering pizza more than holding her hand. The score of the game was bigger than her telling me those notorious three words.
I was under love again and my landscape burst wide open and busy again.
RuKsaK
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Friday, February 23, 2007
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3 comments:
finding what's under it is sometimes a horror show in itself
Oh, I understand this one all too well!
and the truth supposedly sets us free...
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