These Old Shoes

Buried in arms.

You know those few minutes right before you fall asleep, where youre in between day and night, wake and sleep...I was there and so were you. Been working hard on my willpower, knowing that I should. And it's so difficult when the right thing to do and what you want to do are contradictory. Find inner strength; fight inner strength. Every word ever said lingering. You were real. You are appreciated. It was never a "we" or an "us" but it was. Snowglobed-firsts, lightless-rooms, plantearium-fauxdates. Books, tons of books. Oh, and Derrick or Derek, the same but different; we've always been.

Mid-road-reality

And there I was, just like the story I read out loud last night, stuck in the middle of the woods. I could go one way or the other, both entirely separate routes. Mid-road-reality; the only place to actually exist. To be selfish or graceful, its now or never. I chose the high road, I let you talk. I said my piece then you said yours. This grace thing is killing me but all hard work pays off, right?

A girl can dream.

Speak to the Smartest

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A Timeline

Just a little something interesting for my fellow book nerds...

Timeline.