Whenever I dream about you, it isn’t right. You’re here, and I’m anxious to show you everything, because now you’ll finally know who I am, so much of me defined by place. It’s winter, and we are ice skating everywhere. I am planning to meet you, but you don’t show up. Your skates are broken. I am frustrated, waiting, and it’s cold. I wake up before I get the chance to reunite with you, still feeling frustrated.


~ by kiranapoleon on March 9, 2012.

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