Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Hey dudes, I wrote a one-sentence story and can't think of a title for it.
I have to admit--the night after you broke my heart, I lay awake chewing my lip and waiting for the numbers on my clock to fold into 12:00, waiting for you to run into my room and throw a handful of confetti up into the dark and yell "opposite day!", dive into my bed like a still and patient ocean.
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i'm always fond of going with the last configuration of words i like. in this case "still and patient ocean." but it feels very grand for something which is more simply lovely (this is not a bad thing, i think you know this).
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