Friday 6/23/2006 11:51:00 PM

Lips to rim and yoga tongues. Plastic ice never melts. The cold comes from within. Even after I've made my peace with everyone there's still myself to forgive.

I didn't want to, but it wasn't something I could let go. So many creases in the paper to fall into. I never promised him I could do it, but even still I had to. If only to prove to myself I hadn't been beaten.

I used to look at the pig in the mud and wish to see bacon. As if that fence made us strangers. Brick by brick. Puzzle after puzzle solved until the whole world was different.

Where I was myself again and he was just a person I never really knew. Confetti stale on the sidewalk after the parade has ended.

I used to use time to tell me what was wrong about us. But then it began using me instead.

I chased the undertow in the bottle's breath until it brought me to this island. It could've drowned me, but instead it just deposited me here. To look out from this beach never knowing how far that horizon stretches.

I used to think I had perspective, but now I know distance is the only thing I possess.

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