indirectedness klarchen What I say, What you say, About eachother. Simple interaction in its own right, So strewn about from afar. What he said, What she said. Complication now begins. "He said that"? "She said that"? Oh, how I wish I could have played the part of witness to that testimony. To see your face, Your eyes, Your brow, Your lips, As your words formed those sentences. How I would have rated your seriousness from the pigmental concentration of your blush. How quickly I would have kissed the lips that formed those words. How happy we would have been. How happy we could be. For now, I just hold on to a second hand testimony. I hold on to that dearly, For I can't let go. 000726 ... kendra this is absolutely horrible. i hope i never go back to the state i was in when i wrote that. my goodness. reading my old stuff makes me want to cringe. 001210 ... silentbob i did the same thing reading everything alicia wrote and what i wrote about her. i wanted to beat my self up 001211 what's it to you? who go blather from