a_discarded_note Death of a Rose Why do we pick apart our feelings, as if in examination they could be not trusted to be real? Why not just let it pull you into the expanse of the hills? I guess when you have viewed and watched the hills shift, you question your vision, time and time again. 040804 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? Hey, dude! You write some totally deep words. I know that here in blather its as common as getting up in the morning and saying a grogy "hey" to your mum, but i think that what you say really means somwthing to me. Maybe i am being totally and utterly ridiculous, but hey; I'm me. Newayz cheerz for the words [a little insight into your mind]. 040804 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? Sorry about the typo's. I might be able to reply to your heartfelt message, but i cant spell to save my life. 040804 ... Death of a Rose Then every staccato strike of the keyboard brings fullfillment when praise is returned to my eyes. (In other words, thanks for the positive comments. I'm happy that what I deal on the table is well received by others) 040804 ... unhinged gears_stripped (?) for awhile, your words were the only ones that inspired me. *wink* .... i wonder if you still have it, the handwritten note i left on the coffee table the morning i moved away. i still mean it, whether months of silence_mistaken_for_malice have passed between us. i just finally had to stick up for myself. unfortunately for you, the days of people walking all over me ended when she told me she had promised him she wouldn't break up with him for me. and i still had the scabs on my wrist to prove it that night at the plaza. i do miss you, but the old you with the old me, the way we were when we were both recovering from the world, standing inside each other's shelter. you left me for coke. but i still hope that those few tiny months were more than just a discarded note. 040804 what's it to you? who go blather from