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Date Posted: 04:02:53 05/15/01 Tue
Author: Hobbes
Subject: Breaking the melted sand


It was the day after i pulled the melted sand from my arm, but i still felt millions of small pieces resonating beneath my skin.
People were sleeping on coffee tables, floors, bathtubs... you know, anywhere.
I felt like i was five again, waking up and not knowing where in the hell i was.

It was a relief to see you under my arm...
you look so beautiful when you sleep.

confusion faded to comfort
I always wondered how it was that you always made me feel like i had to be responsible --
to be mature.

You would never guess how tough you were
from the way that the sweet smell of your hair
saturated the air right then
or from the way that your petite siloute was drawn
with your long eyelashes, protruding lips and innocent smile

No... you definetly looked like a good girl.


I kissed your forehead before making my way to the bathroom,
stepping over the shattered remains of the first guitar i ever owned...
shattered into tiny little black pieces.
Shit, i thought.
but it was symbolic, i guess
or just a bitch, either one.
I had a headache, i didn't want to analyze shit right then.

I felt out of place walking around in a house full of sleeping bodies. They were friends from school. But i was not one of them, i was further away from their ideas the closer i came to know them.

I finally made my way to the bathroom and locked both of arms on the sink counter. I slowly pulled my head up to face myself once again... for yet another day.

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