others become memories

others become memories

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

sleep walking snow angels


My name is Stephanie. This is not Alaska, nor will it ever be.

I'm far too late to consider this news. Nobody reads this thing, anyway.

I just use it as a way to let out my thoughts to a blank canvas whenever my glass jar begins to crack.
That is Joey and Sebastian, plus part of Julius' head.
If you can guess which is which, I will smile.
If you can guess which one I feel as if I owe my heart to, I will laugh.
If you can guess which one makes me feel too many things, I will ask why you feel this way.
let it be a revolution.


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