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Thursday, December 25, 2008
a post for the coming present.
this is a post for the coming present.

as the colors of the night blurred, the neon lights seemed to ridicule those with an unbearable lightness in their hearts. those - those that hear the screeching screams of silence; those that prayed, ever so solemnly, that the deafening melodies would just stop.

desires fall short of an actual purpose. cravings are satisfied yet the heart seems unfulfillable. i will take a photo and frame this moment to an eternity. and i will send this eternity to you, my future. ever so hoping for you to understand and to forgive my own undoing, my silly fantasies and my unrealistic expectations of you.

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