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Sunday, February 27, 2011
 and just like that, it has ended one significant day, which felt so insignificant In3caTe jotted @ 11:59 pm
In3caTe jotted @ 1:00 am
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
going through a difficult period right now. still am thankful for the good things that are coming my way in spite of. although, i was hoping for THAT ONE thing instead of the rest... am i asking for too much? i would gladly trade. In3caTe jotted @ 4:18 pm
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I'm such a sucker for writers. Dated one- too emo for my liking. Bah! In3caTe jotted @ 7:02 pm
Thursday, February 10, 2011
it is moments like these that i wish i had someone to share my life with...  In3caTe jotted @ 4:13 pm
Thursday, February 03, 2011
It's funny how reunion dinners, on one hand, serves to bring the family together and on the other, is a stark reminder of everything dysfunctional about the unit. Gong Hei Fatt Choy, peeps.  In3caTe jotted @ 11:00 am
My heart, it aches. It still does... In3caTe jotted @ 2:48 am
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
hopelessness do you know the feeling... ? like having something pulled out from under you? that pit at the bottom you know is there but have not yet reached? arms flailing & legs thrashing about but nothing to hold on to- unresolve, ungrappable, unbreakable? and if you allow it to spiral downwards, you know you'll lose sight of the light? it is a dangerous feeling, far worse than defeat. it is looking defeat in the eyes and giving in. I just wanna kick and shout and scream. I just wish that ONE thing was like how it used to be. In3caTe jotted @ 12:22 am
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Somewhere someone thinks they love someone else exactly like I love you. Somewhere someone shakes from the ripple of a thousand butterflies inside a single stomach. Somewhere someone is packing their bags to see the world with someone else. Somewhere someone is reaching through the most terrifying few feet of space to hold the hand of someone else. Somewhere someone is watching someone else’s chest rise and fall with the breath of slumber. Somewhere someone is pouring ink like blood onto pages fighting to say the truth that has no words. Somewhere someone is waiting patient but exhausted to just be with someone else. Somewhere someone is opening their eyes to a sunrise in someplace they have never seen. Somewhere someone is pulling out the petals twisting the apple stem picking up the heads up penny rubbing the rabbits foot knocking on wood throwing coins into fountains hunting for the only clover with only 4 leaves skipping over the cracks snapping the wishbone crossing their fingers blowing out the candles sending dandelion seeds into the air ushering eyelashes off their thumbs finding the first star and waiting for 11:11 on their clock to spend their wishes on someone else. Somewhere someone is saying goodbye but somewhere someone else is saying hello. Somewhere someone is sharing their first or their last kiss with their or no longer their someone else. Somewhere someone is wondering if how they feel is how the other they feels about them and if both theys could ever become a they together. Somewhere someone is the decoder ring to all of the great mysteries of life for someone else. Somewhere someone is the treasure map. Somewhere someone thinks they love someone else exactly like I love you. Somewhere someone is wrong. -Tyler Knott Gregson- In3caTe jotted @ 9:44 am
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