get_meaningful magicforest California, palm fronds, mangoes, Pacific ocean, snow. I am trying to make a list of all the associations I made in taming you, and being tamed by you, but there are far too many and I am becoming overwhelmed. So many little images and scattershots and phrases and letters from the alphabet are flooding me in an enormous pool of rose-scented maple syrup. So many shy twinkling stories and so many gentle feelings and rushes are chasing me like a birthmarked finger and it’s companion, crawling up my arm and making the fine hairs stand up. I pine for who I was, who you were, everything that made us be. I can’t miss you, for there is no one to miss…just a face turned to a golden brightness and away from my purple-blue shadows lit in silver. Running from my sunset colours they only glow stronger. So you’ve gently set me down, and now I take off in a mad sprint, gliding towards the edge between ground and sky that used to be where you ended and I began in our wild loving ardent fervour to creep up into eachother’s pockets and then smooth ourselves out in eachother’s skin. For the last time, my weirdsoftsprawlingthing who is now no more, Get meaningful. I love you. Goodnight. counts on her fingers 041029 ... mourninglight . 041103 what's it to you? who go blather from