Sunday 9/24/2006 11:50:00 PM

It's not like that he shrugged. You don't just wake up one morning and know the volume of water in each snowflake. It takes more winters than you've lived to see to even find all the places they might land. Let alone, ask each one its name.

So... you're likening me to a snowflake? Is that it? Or am I more of a blizzard? I mean I already have a name. And you know it. And a capacity. You've reached it. So...

I like your metaphor, but not your meaning. Same as always.

We're not that close he sighed. I still need to sleep alone. You can be the sun that breaks on the glass. But the windows won't open. They can't. We just drink together because we're lonely. I'm not telling you anything you don't know. You're not naive. You just like to play that part. You know more than I care to think about sometimes.

Maybe I do, but I don't really know it. Not where it matters. Until you tell me it's hopeless.

Blizzard or snowflake. I don't care.

I just wnat to land.

Because all this falling is getting old.

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