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February 28, 2007
existance is a radar map.
we are all flying around on different layers of the same picture; there are millions of us.
somehow, your path crossed with mine-
oh what are the odds!
we have found eachother!
and i am sick with joy, that i can say i've spent breath with you.

we sat down on the floor, and you absorbed my black tears like a sponge. you enclosed yourself around me, and gave me somewhere to hide. i dragged my broken pieces into the warm darkness of your arms; and you are only too good, it is you that keeps me seeing, keeps me breathing.