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I am plagued by a constant ringing of the ears, of a song over the horizon and inside and to the sides of me-- the thought that if I was only trying a bit harder, I could fly away from this place.
I remember the first time I met him. I was in my room, and he happened to walk by. He saw the figurines of Horus and Anubis looking out the door. We both knew what they meant. I was so overjoyed to meet someone who knew that I grabbed him and hugged him like I've never hugged anyone before or since. I told him I loved him. We never mentioned it again. I wonder if he remembers it as well as I do... or at all.
We told the counselors we loved each other. It was a Christian preschool, a bit awkward. We said we were going to get married. It was a long time ago, before the churches were fully freaked out about gay marriage. The counselors showed us pictures of girls walking together on a beach. They said it did happen sometimes. Her name was Cassie. We were around five. O, how the innocence of youth doth surpass us.
I remember the first time I met him. I was in my room, and he happened to walk by. He saw the figurines of Horus and Anubis looking out the door. We both knew what they meant. I was so overjoyed to meet someone who knew that I grabbed him and hugged him like I've never hugged anyone before or since. I told him I loved him. We never mentioned it again. I wonder if he remembers it as well as I do... or at all.
We told the counselors we loved each other. It was a Christian preschool, a bit awkward. We said we were going to get married. It was a long time ago, before the churches were fully freaked out about gay marriage. The counselors showed us pictures of girls walking together on a beach. They said it did happen sometimes. Her name was Cassie. We were around five. O, how the innocence of youth doth surpass us.
I sure haven't posted anything in a while. I keep writing these things down when I get frustrated, so I thought I'd write them here this time. A little of my philosophy, a little nostalgia, a little frustration.
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sounds like a mesh of memories... beautiful nonetheless