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FingersI need for you
to take my hand
and pull me down the streets of your reverie
past the houses of your yesterdays
the antiquity of who you were
under blanket streetlights
and snowflakes
(or rain, if it suits you)
to the "Under Construction" signs
and the beauty that is who you will become
Kiss me, here, then
beneath all the "maybe"s and "could be"s
because I don't need them.
Hold me, here
before everything changes
and the buildings fade away.

I want to be here when your construction signs are replaced with red ribbons.

but until then,
take my hand,

and we can walk in the comfort of presence
and the feeling of your fingers, '
EtM: What We're HidingMy family, like most I imagine, has many photo albums; pictures from all kinds of times and places. Holiday photos, vacation photos, summer photos, playing-in-the-snow photos, sports photos, doing-things-as-a-family photos - you get the idea. Many of these photos are meant to look natural, with smiling faces and arms around each other in the perfect portrayal of the million dollar family*.

Many of these photos are supposed to represent the love that all families are supposed to feel.

We like to pretend the bad times don't exist.

We do not own any photos of my mother smashing glasses. We have no pictures of me huddled in my room crying. The
EtM ___ three eventsi___ the death of max

It's weird to think about this one. It's been a long time now since I last saw Max. Well, since anyone saw him, I guess.

Death is a funny thing. It's hard to think about people sometimes, with the full knowledge that you will never see them again. It's not that they're just not there, as though they've moved away and you both promise to write but never do. There is no choice. They are gone, forever.

You will never see them again, never touch them again, never hear them laugh or talk or see the little endearing things they used to do all the time.

I remember, very clearly, the first time I endured this irreversible ap

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someone should, because i cant

:iconcitysilence:

i.
someone should tell you;
should take their hands
(softly)
on either side of your face and

whis

per

that you will not find the christmas spirit
in the bottom of
that bottle
of wine.


ii.
someone should show you
that the number of boxes
that have your name on them
don't make you
better
don't make you
who you are.


iii.
someone should give you
a letter
a picture
a song
something, anything

that will make you understand
what happens
when you close the doors
turn off the lights
and hide in the blue glow of the television.
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:iconcitysilence:
christmas isn't supposed to be like this.
:iconglasssphere:
~GlassSphere Dec 25, 2009
oh my word. that hit home so hard for me. this is exactly what my family needs to hear so badly.
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