my life in words
a little work, a little sleep, a little love and its all over.

the dancer

2003-07-03
i'm putting you here. in this little white box. you have traveled from my mind to my fingers and through the keyboard and i'm not even sure if i'm ready for this. even this seems like too much commitment. to even be writing about you. because if i keep you in my head, in my thoughts, i can pretend you never existed. but if i put you here, here in this little white box its almost permanent. i might one day look back and read and cry or laugh about you. i guess i could delete you, but then i would feel like a cheat.

so this is my first mention of you, dancer. maybe by next week i'll be able to commit to writing a name. but i'll wait and see.

5:41 p.m. ::
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