i'm wandering in between unwritten fictions. soft and silently swirling as tendrils of smoke from cigarettes. momentary solitude, dreams weaving in the corners of forgotten memories. rooms red and orange. warm rooms with stained wood. wonderful rooms with wonderful thoughts, my mind resides, only too quickly pulled from sleeping wakefulness.
i can see your face so clearly but i cannot remember it before you loved me. i cannot remember the pain and longing and hurt i felt. ive felt for the scars, but they arent there. i thought theyd never heal. there are still broken pieces, sharp points that dig painfully sometimes. cut a little. but the scars are disappearing faster every day.
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not all who wander... hey, that's me!!! i've missed your words. i have a few of your old posts saved. i love you.
i hear vitamin e is good for scars.
ars poetica est non omnia dicere.
personally, i think this is the most beautiful thing you've ever written.
have you ever lived in the shadow of someone that you perceive as perfect and better than you in every way? someone who is beautiful and witty and a good writer and clever and an artist and also... this is the worst part, you cannot hate her because she is too nice? but you do hate her because no matter what you do you feel like shit because no matter what you're always going to be someone's second choice?
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