Friday, January 19, 2001
my, you have beautiful hands, csd2. your curved fingers, your nails bitten to ravages, the elegance of their movement, it all captivate my mind. the trinity of your eyes and mouth sends unnamed thoughts and emotions seeping through the folds of my mind, it's image impressed into every electrical impulse. everything i want to say to you lays unspoken, stagnant and fermenting in my memory. but it matters not, they are not words to be given life, for life without pain has no meaning. all words have meaning. i find myself telling you half-truths because...because i understand so little of what i think, and i can verbalize much much less that if i told you all i could, perhaps you would understand me better than myself. so i will give you a peice at a time, and maybe in time we will both know what i mean. or maybe not, my csd2.
posted by emily oi! at 7:27:00 PM
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my, you have beautiful hands, csd2. your curved fingers, your nails bitten to ravages, the elegance of their movement, it all captivate my mind. the trinity of your eyes and mouth sends unnamed thoughts and emotions seeping through the folds of my mind, it's image impressed into every electrical impulse. everything i want to say to you lays unspoken, stagnant and fermenting in my memory. but it matters not, they are not words to be given life, for life without pain has no meaning. all words have meaning. i find myself telling you half-truths because...because i understand so little of what i think, and i can verbalize much much less that if i told you all i could, perhaps you would understand me better than myself. so i will give you a peice at a time, and maybe in time we will both know what i mean. or maybe not, my csd2.
posted by emily oi! at 7:27:00 PM
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