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professional

Floating through the hallways and the hours of the day without stopping for anyone, without word or hint of thought. It happens often when you’re not around, and I’ve become a professional at it. Maybe this is just another confessional, but I think it serves as a sense of dedication.

» Posted By agloe On 03.05.2012 @ 6:56 pm

sweat

Sitting in an uneven field trodden upon many a time. Marching under the hot August sun, with sweat dripping into my bloodshot eyes. Yet, those days seem so glorious now.

» Posted By agloe On 03.03.2012 @ 6:49 pm

crescent

Under the crescent luminescence of the moon, gazing upon all of the stars, one’s thoughts can wonder and one comes to certain conclusions. It looks as if an understanding has been met, spoken or not. As great as that maybe, I will take my chances and try to go beyond what we are with the greatest soul I’ve ever met. Duality.

» Posted By agloe On 02.27.2012 @ 2:33 pm

lift

Despite all that I had gone through, and all of the feelings of contempt and hate that still resounded in my thoughts, you bring me up with each smile that you cast. No matter how awful things go for you, you always make the best of it by sheer instinct. And that’s why my heart is yours.

» Posted By agloe On 02.26.2012 @ 12:21 am

balloon

Lifting up into the sky, the balloons flew. Each one bore another message to you. I took a deep breath, and on the count of three, let it out. Along with it, every heave of anger, frustration, and abandonment that I had harbored for months. The words for you were simple. “It’s all been said”.

» Posted By agloe On 02.19.2012 @ 1:04 pm

ants

Like ants marching into a freshly-crushed anthill, so we all walk into an unknown future. There is no past, no future, there is only now. There are former nows and future nows, but we shouldn’t let who we once were be held against us.

» Posted By agloe On 02.16.2012 @ 6:11 pm

flirt

There are certain things in my nature that have always astounded me. I spat out my guts to you in my weakest moments. I wasn’t a flirt; a was a boy, broken and tattered and torn, looking for one last glimpse of home, of humanity. And you spat me back out.

» Posted By agloe On 02.15.2012 @ 5:44 pm

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