Thursday, April 1, 2010

The History Of Arson






















When you lived here, it was a city. When you left, it became a town.

15 comments:

Abby Kihano said...

hmmm... nice

Anonymous said...

I miss you. I really really miss you.

Anonymous said...

This town got a whole lot bigger since you left.

ahlin said...

i love this blog so much. and i dont even know why.

Anonymous said...

I miss you so much

Anonymous said...

pls come back to me, bb i love u much...

carp said...

Come on.
Poetic insinuation aside, why should that be a bad thing? Towns are sweet.
Cities bustle and have too many non-listening people, in sum.

Aquib Qazi said...

Every one of your post is so beautiful. Signifies something that all of us go through... some time or the other in our lives. :)

Anonymous said...

how can we talk?

Anonymous said...

I miss you too..

Hopeless Romantic said...

I always pretend I don't miss you anymore, and that I've moved on.

I pretend that my heart was never crushed into thousands of pieces the day you left.

I pretend that having you here didn't made a difference anyway, because you never cared.

You can only pretend for so long. Every once in a while, my heart still aches for you.

deeznia said...

beautiful

Anonymous said...

This is really beautiful.

yvonnedimichele said...

The city has moved into my heart and there it will remain for eternity. If you try to yank it out I will scream in terror!
I love my city of dreams and I love You!

Clare Sapphire Black said...

for my story I have to add onto the end

"And when I heard you were dieing It was a Suburb again."


I wish I knew the story of all the anonymous comments. Their words are just as powerful as yours, but you don't know if they are written to the author or somebody else.......