i_shant_be_desolate_without_you once again I have a brimming bursting life... cartwheels of frantic irresposibility creating paths streaked red and orange and bright and intertwined gentley with carefully paced trails of blue and black. And I can follow them to where you are and trace you out of space where there is only void and I am not alone without you. And you could find me on every page an elipsis or a question mark chasing after breifly spoken words. And you can leave me anywhere on a highway in the desert on an overgrown trace in the woods and a cracked and crumbling sidewalk in the city and I will not weep with your leaving. And I could hold you every day close as close could ever be to the thundering in my heart. I could clasp my arms about your shoulders running fingertips over a face that I can see like an after image dark purple and yellow on the insides of my eyelids. I could stretch across the oceans and the stars and the spaces between each atom and find you in every one. I could shake and stutter and gasp for the wanting of you and yet... I shant be desolate without you. 050523 ... Lemon_Soda One should never be desolate. To except that frame of mind is to mock and destroy all the good things that were, are, or will be. 050523 ... unhinged my life isn't right without you but now it is more whole because of you 'we were two cripples dancing til the bitter end we live i'm not with you to harm you i'm not with you to harm you' jeff_buckley 050523 what's it to you? who go blather from