Your skin and mine
The clothes we wear
And the air between
My skin and yours
The clothes we wear
And the air between
Your clothes and mine
Our skin
And nothing between.
Air
May 3, 2008
“Happy birthday to you.”
“Thanks Lela. I’m older now. Yours August kan? Or July.”
“July lor.”
“24 luh.”
“No lei.”
“28 uh like that. If not, 23.”
23 is Big-D’s..if I’m not wrong……
“Not even close,” I told him, still quite awright.
“Woah. Ni mesti 14.”
WHY AM I FRIENDS WITH THIS GUY AGAIN? Thank god I never judge our friendship from how well your memory is otherwise I’d have stopped being friends with you waaaay back. K so remembering things are never his forte, but come onnnn we almost have this kind of conversation EVERY YEAR?
“It’s a one digit. Still cannot get it right, then I really should reconsider everything……”
“Oi! 4th luh…”
“It’s 5th. Goodbye Hannan.”
KJFJF KJGlksjg KGLHGKFhgsjhgs!??!?!?!!
I want
May 3, 2008
Deep breath.
&THEN there’s you.
THANK GODDDDDDDD you ain’t got nothing on my love for photography &music. So that means I’m still awright 
I’m still sober I’m still clear headed. Still in control.
Exhale.
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