Thursday, July 5, 2007


The sun drooled down over the horizon, over that field of dandelions and lightening bugs. The cool night air kissed our skin and eavesdropped on our great plans. We were full of plans that day, my love and I. We were full of plans, of vim and vigor and all the passion that youth can consume. It seems a lifetime ago, in another world, in another heart that beat with more ferocity and reckless grace than the heart I now have.

Our youth was nothing but frolic and adventure, our future became nothing but heartache and bloodshed.

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