I beleive that when one such as David holds his hand in front of you, you are enclined to shake it. The snow crunched under my boots, making the coyotes howl louder. Running down those slippery steps and skidding to a stop was more excilerating than Keri's words about that book. If only the security gaurd knew I wasn't stealing. His hat was framed to the side, his teeth white, his eyes gleaming, and yet he was of no interest to me. Unwrapping the presents was the most part, but the crying wasn't. Somehow I have a space left in the back of my mind where empty boxes and boxes lay, filling my eyes to the brim. The glass was full yet empty, leaving me unsatisfied. The smiles and grins all around were enjoyed but untraced, leaving you standing and wondering what just happened. My heart never slowed after that one night, on that cold porch at Vail. If only I knew what I did then. Together we can build a snow man and name him Billy. With a freckle for a nose, and buttons for eyes. But no mouth, afraid of what he'll say. Paints and markers show color but no vibe, pages and pages of nothingness just filling the room, breaking the windows. Screens and screens of images danced around, leaving me breathless. Singing was my last and only resort.
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@ 12:16 PM EST on Friday, January 4, 2008, iliketodissapear said:
simply. Amazing. I have a character in my story named David! lol. That was really good though.