

training yourselfTired and fuzzy, barely awake, he steps from the cold wind of the platform into the train. Looking around, he settles on a broad space between two passengers, one white-haired and absorbed in his morning paper. In sitting he relaxes into the seat, letting it consume him completely. With wandering eyes, he watches. Everyone tries so hard to be alone: trying to read through barely veiled disinterest, eyes closed in feigned rest, watching space, or staring through tired faces to watch the world flow past static panes of glass with twitching eyes. Reaching down, he unclips part of the backpack, and gingerly retrieves the letter. With its retraining yourself


goddessMy sweet dream of luscious diamond blue sky recalls eternity cool, like death's crushing gift. The godess' whisper is a delirious scream; Worship her shadow under summer's sad rain.goddess
I ache for you, yet live an ugly lie.
Tiny moments betray my weakness: take away my life, but leave me your beauty. She's a friend who, though gone, I cry for; two together could never love as one, alone.
i kind of enjoy comming back here. it reminds me of a good time in the middle of bad times. does that even make sense? besides, i can see all the beautiful work of your sisters.
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you must have seen her, dancing in the sand
I'm not excusing myself from losing my composure, but I hope you won't hold it against me. I do value her for how much she is willing to listen if I do have something to talk about.
Even though this may seem like an empty effort, I get angry and do stupid things (heh, maybe more often than I'd like to admit.) But I'll not be so hard on her with treating her older than she is.
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In the end will you conform to an ordinary life? Or will you change the flow of things, and make a stand as an individual?
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Push it Down...
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you must have seen her, dancing in the sand
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