as_if fyn gula Smash! it was the sound of birth, like the breaking of someting sacred, a treasure he kept away in a box no one could see, a box kept hidden. The day he left it out in the rain is the day he heard the crack and knew a truck had run over it. He wasn't disappointed because it meant he had nothing left to signify who he was. he wanted to change, to become new. he wanted to be reborn. It was a road he walked down, a river he swam in naked, a flower he picked with a fragrance that filled the room, a piece of fruit sweet to the taste, velvet cloth against the face. It was everything he could see and it was as if he had never observed it before. As if vision was now his treasure and the box he kept it in was his soul. 000205 ... notme i had made wings out of paper and glued them to my fingers forgetting where wings are supposed to go and how they can fly when they're not being held down 030910 ... sabbie refreshing the page could make the email come any faster. sheesh 031030 ... 23 as if it really matters as if somebody cares as if there's a place for somebody who's never ever there as if you are my confidant as if i am your friend as if our time together means anything in the end as if our strangeness was the thing that bound us both together as if the future would really have us both as friends or so forever as if i really matter as if i really care as if i really miss you when i choose not to be there as if it's all the truth as if it's not a lie as if it's just a stupid way to ignore the question why as if you mean to remember all the things i never say as if i'll listen to you at the end of your long day as if we're some how obligated to support ourselves somehow as if we're not supposed to take care of our own right now as if any one would notice as if any soul would care as if we'll really miss each other if i'm here and you are there 040421 what's it to you? who go blather from