The Only Exception

It feels like I’m poisoning the water, but I guess it’s the only water around. I want to lay by the shore and drink.

I feel as if somewhere there is some trigger, cocked and ready, and I’m supposed to let the hammer fall. And you… you want me to find it on my own. Would that create destiny, or prove fate? Is this the mystic quest that so many geeks dream about? Or maybe I have to read the Morse code in your heartbeat. Would that finally lead me to your safety? If you help me find you, why would that make anything less magical?

Where are you?

Posted Friday, August 5th, 2011 under Uncategorized.

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