…and really though, there came a point where i wondered if this girl was just a little bit crazy. why? because…i couldn’t really understand how we could really begin to have a relationship, a communion of souls, purely through words, expressed through a keyboard, about a stranger. it speaks it bit toward the necessity for humans to connect with each other. we really need each other, even when its behind jail bars or dsl lines.
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its like looking into the eye of a storm
looking into your eye
I see ages for beyond that of
your age.
U slip, slide, lift and glide thru u’r day
I’m sure many men
And women
Look your way.
They want to play. On your ground.
wing on your set and climb on top of u’re slide.
U are their human jungle gym. Cuz they only know how to play with u
Will they ever learn to ask u, 2 talk 2 u, 2 imagine u
When u are standing, sitting, living, screaming right there?
Will them ever love themselves enough to love u?
U love 2 play with and test them and front them and shun them and
Pretend like u don’t care.
But its what u are.
Separation from love
when you are love
is damn near impossible.
And this mission is yourz
Your mission is missin’ each and every one
Your heart has absorbed.
…I miss u 2
