March 11, 2006

Rambling

I was trying really fucking hard to make a joke, but it just wasn't funny. I wanted to make you smile, to connect with you on some level. There was a wall between us. It was more like a pane of glass. I saw you, but I could also see my own distorted reflection. I heard voices that belonged to me but said things that I didn't recognize. And neither of us were free.

Posted by elsie at March 11, 2006 04:50 PM
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