17 April 2008
9:37 PM
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We are friends, yes?
Friends who catch up, like it's a race to the finish line.
Friends who
chill out, like they are overheated, overtaxed with Friendliness.
Trite, some of the things we say. They don't mean anything, except
I've missed you, and your voice. It's been too quiet in your hemisphere. How are you, really, and can you tell if I've changed? Is the air better over where you are, and do you see the stars at night? between us, and if we really tried, could we become those people all over again?
I've missed us.
'How are you' was not the question, and 'I'm fine' is not the answer.
But we're still friends, no?
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Tomorrow's my first commentary piece ever, so I hope it doesn't get desecrated before getting published.
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ok please NO ONE should read my comment piece. If you have, empty it from your mind.
They massacred it.
And there is no where to run or hide.
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