Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everyone should embrace us. When I was 9 or 10, my parents sent Ryan and I off to my grandmother's house near the ocean for a week. We wrote notes, one each, put them in old wine bottles, and threw them as hard as we could in the sea with our little arms. Two days later, a man walked over to us, sitting there in the sand. He had a wine bottle in his hand. It was mine. Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. It breaks our equilibrium and we have to flounder for reasons. When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it's cruel and wrong and we all know this. We live in a constant state of denial and imbalance. And so. It's never about me. And always about you.7:50 p.m. - 2003-06-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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