Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape
Ellen HopkinsI need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.
Ellen HopkinsYour hurt swallows ine, like space swallows time, and the two intertwine. We tangle together.
Ellen HopkinsRed and raw like my brain, unable to shut down, thoughts crashing like electrons orbiting a nucleus of deuling emotions.
Ellen HopkinsHot flush, raging bluch. Ice flash, instant crash.
Ellen HopkinsWith you, I am Adam. And you are my beautiful Eve. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked.
Ellen HopkinsRed and raw like my heart, pried from your's, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison.
Ellen HopkinsOur meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.
Ellen HopkinsDetailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine.
Ellen HopkinsThe problem with being grounded is it gives you a whole lot of unavoidable time to think. NOt even pulling weeds can take away your ability to plot all the varied and wonderful things you might do to get even, or at least to make up, just get a smidgen for time lost to TV and yard work and house cleaning.
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