Thursday, July 22, 2004

Where do we go?

A smile. A frown. Mixed signals, confusing signs. Flowing, halting. Stop and go, held free.

Letting go and yet holding on with all your might. Seeing clearly while squinting. Mispeling wiht spelchecker.

The end of the begining. Frequently infrequent, a common rarity.

When I talk with Dawn I feel like I am in some way commiting some type of accepted phopah, in that I know any energy I throw her direction will just be wasted because a girl like her would never be interested in somebody like me. Why do I bother you ask?

Becuase I'm awestruck everytime I see her.

Enough said.

But if you have been entertained when you read this, Dawn, then it was worth it. You're incredible.

**Disclamer** Names have been changed to protect the innocent

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