If I can't think of a single positive thing to say about you, I don't love you. I never really did.
That's totally fucked up.
Give me swirling gardens and faces cracked under car tires and that very last smile, the one we caught for a moment on black and white film and shoved back inside our hearts, quiet and still.
I love you. I always have.
That's totally fucked up.
Give me swirling gardens and faces cracked under car tires and that very last smile, the one we caught for a moment on black and white film and shoved back inside our hearts, quiet and still.
I love you. I always have.
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I'm sitting in my old hometown, reflecting (as I do whenever I'm back here) about the ungodly amount of love they have for me in Lawrence, KS. Last night, I got to see one of my best people back from his military service and got to do the karate workout that I haven't done in years. The old legs are crying today, and I'm sore in all those freaky places I'd forgotten about.
The form is still in muscle memory-- it's enough to generate all this kinetic force, but the body is no longer conditioned! I feel like when you blow out a clogged channel with pressurized water. WooHA.
Today? Today I'm sitting in a coffee shop waiting for a friend to wake up and already planning my day around food.