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even though i'm not sure if thats a good thing or not....
its time for a nice little trip away from the people i know.
but i want it to be secret.
i need a secret little hideaway, big enough for two
but with just me there.

just read.



I won't 4-6-05 skd

I think of the
best thing to
say to you
when i'm angry

But when i finally
get the chance
i think about
how you'd feel.

And i know that i
just can't do it
just can't say it
just can't hurt you.

Even if you do hurt me.



Prayers for Tears 4-6-05 skd

At times like these
and days like now
I'm pretty sure that
everyone in heaven is
looking down at me
praying so hard for me
to keep it up
while God sadly smiles.
I pull my head up
& stick my chin out,
blinking back the tears
they don't even know
they cause me to cry.
And all i can do is
keep walking, saying
"They wont see me weak.
I swear they wont."
And all the prayers from
heaven can't stop me
from breaking down
when I finally get
a safe distance away.




4-13-05 skd

we worked so hard.
we practiced for hours.
we said it all
(out loud & in our heads).
we knew what we were doing.
we'd perfected it to an art.
we knew we were good.
we were so ready, so prepared

and in the end,
it didn't matter
if we succeeded
or if we fell short

as long as we were all there.





not in the best of moods.
crest white-stripping it.
i have another 15 minutes.
heres more stuff.




Comfortable Distance 4-12-05 skd

On the way home
sitting with our legs just an inch apart
I look down and notice how different
yet similar we are.
With the next turn,
I become 3 inches away from you.
I can't decide if it's a tragedy
or simply breathing space.
With the following turn,
there is no space between up,
not even a little bit.
Yet I wonder if I'm
suffocating you.
And with the round of the last corner,
I endup right where I started,
contemplating
if "confortable distance"
is relative not just to people,
but to time itself.



-sar.

Beauty. Failed. Me.