I can remember the point of impact. that cool warm feeling of wetness starting at my feet and working upwards. it is almost too fast, it almost rushes over my body before i get the chance to react. and for a brief second the wind pushes off the coast, the sky turns grey, i am still in the air and part of me is wet and happy and part of me is dry and cold. goosebumps. shrivled, anxious to be i the water. this is a love story, and every time i think of you, i think of moments of beauty i've been able to have. that story, it reminds me of plunging into love with you, how the world seemed so cold once i had absorbed the wetness, so to speak, of your love. e v e r y t i m e i s e e t h e s u n s e t , i t h i n k o f y o u e v e r y t i m e i h e a r f l o r i d a , e v e r y t i m e i t p o p s i n t o m y h e a d , s o d o y o u . *** *** * 8 ** *** 8878&889 **&*((&987 i'm up to a pack a day i thought you should know. but, don't be angry. think about it this way: I'm just hurrying up the inevitable. you know, the sooner i kick off. Everytime i light up, i see that pained look on your face, like you could actually see my lungs blacken right before your eyes. "you've go to quit that" i always loved that face. your gut reaction was more telling of your love than anything else i could think of * * 8 8** ***&*&( **&%*^%*&*% *&*&^*%^%* &(^ I think your parents are finally letting me into their lives. for so long i couldn't speak or talk or acknowledge my existence to them. the initiated the conversation.
April 1999
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