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parking lot?Sensing your pain, I stood silently beside you that cloudless night. I understood your need to tell me whatever was on your mind and I understood your disinclination to tell me. Theparking lot?
conflict within the confines of your mind was one with which I could never relate and I felt
guilty. Words could not form, letters refused to join to others, syllables and sentences were meaningless. The insignificance of anything we had to say was enough to steady the silence. Breathing alone was more significant than any sentence, any syllable, any sound. Our defenses cr
by ~staceylovess
dustFor a second I’d forgotten why I’d come here. The placidity of the dirt road and the foreboding sway of the willows brought me unwillingly back to reality. My footsteps kicked up dust and it saturated my eyes. I tasted the salt of my tears on my cracked lips and I vaguely recalled a conversation that had taken place minutes before, hours before, or even days before. The memory had escaped me, as was the case with other incidents. Somehow this scrap of a memory felt more significant. It’s instability displayed only fragments and flashes as my hunger fordust
by ~staceylovess
hace frio.It’s cold in this street. I know it’s not because of the three inches of snow falling around my feet just begging to climb inside my warm sneakers. I know it’s not because of the negative reading on the thermometer that falls lower and lower as the night wears on. I bet you feel it too. I can only imagine what you’re thinking sitting beside me. You haven’t said anything in over thirty minutes. The bite of the silence outweighs the bite of the air that freezes the tears to my cheeks. Your eyes are warm. I could look into them and melt inside bhace frio.
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trouble breathingThe streetlights cast apprehensive shadows on our faces. Your eyes were unmistakable even in the dead of night, although they failed to express emotion, sincerity. It felt forced, my head on your shoulder and your arm around mine. You were unreadable. I’d give anything to have been able to read your thoughts that night. I could’ve changed something—me. I could’ve strangled you. God forbid, my own unspoken words strangled me, choked me, and I felt the suppression of my lungs in my chest and my heart in my throat. Should I have shouted? No, my thoughts were clearly displayed in my eyes; in thetrouble breathing
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