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February 23, 2007
i don't remember finding you.
i didn't trip upon your remains when i went walking in the forest, and i never asked you your name, i didn't know it.
i can remember a time when i sat next to you in anxious discomfort. it seems strange to me now to think there was a time when i couldn't touch you. i can slightly recall what you looked like then, but only because of the pictures.
you were blue and resilient and estranged from me, so far away that i am surprised we ever met.
held up so high over my head,
we clashed.