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February 10th, 2007


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01:18 pm - But the struggles make us stronger, and the changes make us wise.

He dreams on my clothes, in a mess of grays and blues, mingling with zippers and buttons. Burying his head in the hood of the sweatshirt that some boyfriend gave to me, whose name I cannot recall; our memories are all a blur. One who said, "Here, think of me." And now I don't try to take it away from him. Let it be your shelter now, for it never was mine.

His haven is the produce aisle of our refridgerator.  His little hands box with my seemingly large ones as he grasps onto the edge of my shirt and dangles, desperately trying to hold on. Most days I push him away, throw him to the ground, and he lands on his feet. The other days I wish I were him. Oblivious to the world. Never a victim of drunken despair. Not prone to mindless banter. Comfortably clueless.


Current Music: Life Ain't Always Beautiful by Gary Allan

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