We

Why

do I do this to you,

me,

you?

Us.

Haven't

One day, I'll write something different.

I'll write words you've always wanted me to write,

always knew I could write,

but haven't.

Words I've always wanted to write,

but haven't found yet,

haven't been able to identify,

linguistically.

Feelings to words.

I haven't figured that part out yet.

Not the conversions,

the feelings.

I can't write what I feel if

I can't know what I feel if

I can't think what I feel if

I don't feel.

But I do feel.

And one day,

new words will write exactly what you know I've been feeling all along,

but I haven't.

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|::| so i'm sitting here bored in caroline's room, on the verge of dozing off, without so much as a tv to keep me occupied, and i decided to type the longest text message verizon will allow. i don't know how long that is, exactly, but judging from the "110/160" in the top left and the "2/7" in the top right, i'd guess that i have seven pages worth of 160 characters, which makes.. 1120 characters? yea. however, i did notice that as i exhausted the second set (and now the third) of characters, the renumbering started not at zero, but at nine. so in reality i only have 151x7+9 characters.. 1066, the year of the Battle of Hastings, the normans' victory over the english and the ultimate end of the Dark Ages in England. (see? i DO pay attention in class.) my professor joked that the only two dates british schoolchildren are required to memorise are 1066 and 1966, the year of England's lone World Cup victory. i miss soccer. 9v9 intramural simply cannot compare. 20 minute halves? seriously? only four games?? we need to join a league in Roanoke. STOP. |::|