Thursday, May 24, 2012
The Space Between Oxygen And Hydrogen
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When the air touches water, it makes a mirror. When I touch you, you do the same.
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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12 comments:
Not only do you let go of the most perfect mix of words; but also, you choose the best pictures to pair with it.
I dont believe this, your words just made me shiver....!
-richa
I miss that touch, the one that seems to never last as long as I need, the one that doesn't show it's face as often as I like. I'll prey for as long as I need to, and dream for as long as I can, until that touch comes and never leaves.
Profound
It was always the good in you that attracted you to me...didn't you know?
Powerful.
i love the words ! :)
i love the words !
Because sometimes when we forgo purity in favor of discovery, we become something the world never had before.
Thanks for everything. Thank you for taking the time to write these words.
Sometimes the unfelt is kept something less then we never knew exsited until now.
I still feel this. Perhaps you really are my home.
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