blurred_edges deb your face has all but faded from my memory- fuzzy pictures cloud the mind and the only real ones are unreal, blue hair and half-smiles not how i try to remember you it feels somehow wrong to not remember your face- to not remember much more than a light in your eyes and that curled-up edge of your lips when you smile crookedly it feels almost like a fading memory- like YOU are a fading memory, not this living part of me that i can still feel in my bones though you are miles away closer, closer- let me see you, love i can't forget that face- 010329 ... the one i remember how we were. what we said and what you tasted like. where we ended up and why we ended up there. BUt its a little blurry around the edges. How did i get up the stairs. How did you get me up the stairs when you could barely yourself. when did it all end and what exactly did we think we were doing? were we trying to make a point...were you? I just liked being drunk with you. I definately will admit that. i wish i could remember better. Because i should have remembered. i wouldve liked to remember 011016 ... Daria can relate. 020313 ... confucioussay??? i love it when the world has blurred edges. when all the sharp precise things fade away. when my brian finally stops whirring and i no longer feel the need to analyze every little thing that is said or done. when i can smile and be carefree and forget about the big picture and what i should be doing but am not. the edges of the world blur but my heart comes into focus. anyone else want another drink? 091011 what's it to you? who go blather from