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9/22/11

What LIfe Is Like

lennonimagine: good god this is brilliant.
Today is Hey Mike Waskom’s birthday. And while he is typing this himself, he’s not sure why it’s in the third person.  He’s going to go to work now, and then to Coney Island. Maybe a story will come of it. Until that time, check out this story he wrote which may or may not be true. (it’s true) (photo by Chad-Moore)(by Chad-Moore)    When he bent his head to touch my lips I had this perfect moment of indecision. And then I remembered what you’d done and decided very forcefully not to move away. His lips grazed mine and like lightning, a picture of you flashed before my eyes in this same situation, grinning your cocky smile then kissing me full on the mouth, whispering in my ear. Reality slammed back down for a moment and he was sliding a hand the length of my calf and thigh. Then suddenly you were there, grabbing playfully at my behind and biting my collarbone and lips, your breath hot and exciting against my cool skin. He pushed my hair behind my ear but in my mind’s eye you were tugging at it in that way that I always loved. He wrapped an arm around my back where you dug your fingers in and pulled me closer, closer, closer. And then you weren’t there, and I found myself alone with a stranger. And strangely that wasn’t anything new anyway. submitted by hotdamnn-rachelFriday appropriate. My mind keeps drifting. I wonder what he’s dreaming of right now, or if he’s not dreaming at all. I wonder how his hand is placed on the pillow as he sleeps. And how high he pulled the covers up, is he cold and are they entirely covering his ears or is he warm and are they resting by his shoulders. I wonder how messy the bed is, you always told me you would toss and turn when I wasn’t there with you. You’d always tell me that I kept you at ease, I kept you calm. How silly is it that little comments like that would make me smile so intensely? I wonder if you’d wake up if a finger traced its way along your shoulder, your collarbone, your cheek, all the way up to your temple and into your hair. Would it wake you if I slipped my body against your back and gently wrapped an arm around your waist? Incase you couldn’t tell, I miss you tremendously. My nights, are far from calm. Submitted by sundayromance.
Define Fine “Hey there,” she said “How are you doing?” I feel like banging my head against the wall, because feeling pain is better than feeling nothing. I feel like running, but I can’t run away from myself, nor your constantly echoing voice in my head. I can’t find a way away. People say get over it. Life has its ups and downs.They are right, life has its ups and down, she breaks up you break down.I’m walking down the road called despair. The air is thick. My feet are numb. But I have to keep on moving, keep on moving on.Each step I take gets me further away from you and brings me closer to myself, because I forgot my own language just to speak yours.I was lost.Lost in translation.  “Fine,” I said “I’m doing fine”. Submitted by boomsandbollocks. submitted by gm8790. (via spencer)She emailed and said she’d only be in town for a few days. Here to visit a friend and perhaps interview for a job or two—she’s considering changing coasts, giving up Pacific standard time for the Eastern version. She watches a lot of prime-time television you see. Included in the email was a photo, no caption needed because he knew what that meant, he knew where it lead and he wondered if he could handle it. Handle the crush, handle the suspense, handle the woman. It had been so long since he handled anything besides himself there was a lingering doubt as to if he still knew his way around the machine. Only time would tell. There’s a thing he does with his hands, he sort of rubs the top of his hands with the opposite thumb when he meets someone for the first time. Nervous habits never die. She flew in on a weekday. Hey Mike Waskom wrote this. He’s glad you’ve read it. 
 
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