Some have dark sides,. When the storm rolls will you be the one standing there in the hammering rain? As it tears you apart with each drop,. Fading away what once was,. The cold piercing every vein,. The thunder rattling your bones,. Will you still be standing? Hanging on to every flicker of my pulse,. Awaiting the moment our heads meet,. The feeling of your warm mist run across my neck,. As our chests meet,. Our ribs fit perfectly into the spaces left,.

Till the next hello, goodbye. A hollow version of self, but a version of self nonetheless. History comes as a rude shock. in my irreverence i suspect you are a shell, empty of present future memories but, full of the past.

Though you draw first by chemotaxis,. Boundless breathings enter me,. And other atoms splinter me,. And rustlings nestle in my ear. Before hair pricks my atmosphere,. And twin eyes spool me up like twine. Till magnet motion moors the spine. And thorns of being stop each pore. My skin says there is room for more,. And reeling with each fresh impact.

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Wow, coming back here and just reading the first page was painful. Digital presence is a funny thing. At once, youre both everywhere and nowhere. Memories are designed to fade. And all I really want is for you to be straight up with me.