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Jul. 12th, 2006 08:32 pmRACHEL DID YOU GET THE BOOKS ACTUALLY EMAIL ABOUT THE STITCH INITIATIVE SCREENINGS?
Y'WANT TO GO? :D
Lets bring along lotsa people! :D
Yeah, my brein I mean brain is halfdad I mean halfdead after school and band.
In the mean time, something to make you, to all the yous in the world, feel better:
Her lips formed unspoken words. Where on earth did you go?
"I don't know," my voice issued from somewhere and blurred out in the distance like those echoing footsteps. I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and slowly wiped the sweat from my brow. "I don't know."
Yuki squinted and reached out to touch my cheek. Her fingertips were soft and smooth. She sniffed the air around me, her tiny nostrils swelling slightly. She gave me another long look. "You saw something, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"But you can't say what. You can't put it into words. Can't explain, not to anyone. But I can see it." She leaned over and grazed her cheek against mine. "Poor thing," she said.
"How come?" I asked, laughing. There was no reason to laugh, but I couldn't laugh. "All things considered, I'm the most ordinary guy you could hope to find. So why do these weird things keep happening to me?"
"Yeah, why?" said Yuki. "Don't look at me. I'm just a kid. You're the adult here."
"True enough."
"But I understand how you feel."
"I don't."
"At times like these, adults need a drink." Dance Dance Dance, Haruki Murakami
That part always gives me the shivers.
It's the not saying what, and the not putting into words but totally just understanding. Just know that I understand. I may not be able to articulate it as well as others may be able to, but I do understand - or at the very least, I try my best to.
Y'WANT TO GO? :D
Lets bring along lotsa people! :D
Yeah, my brein I mean brain is halfdad I mean halfdead after school and band.
In the mean time, something to make you, to all the yous in the world, feel better:
Her lips formed unspoken words. Where on earth did you go?
"I don't know," my voice issued from somewhere and blurred out in the distance like those echoing footsteps. I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and slowly wiped the sweat from my brow. "I don't know."
Yuki squinted and reached out to touch my cheek. Her fingertips were soft and smooth. She sniffed the air around me, her tiny nostrils swelling slightly. She gave me another long look. "You saw something, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"But you can't say what. You can't put it into words. Can't explain, not to anyone. But I can see it." She leaned over and grazed her cheek against mine. "Poor thing," she said.
"How come?" I asked, laughing. There was no reason to laugh, but I couldn't laugh. "All things considered, I'm the most ordinary guy you could hope to find. So why do these weird things keep happening to me?"
"Yeah, why?" said Yuki. "Don't look at me. I'm just a kid. You're the adult here."
"True enough."
"But I understand how you feel."
"I don't."
"At times like these, adults need a drink." Dance Dance Dance, Haruki Murakami
That part always gives me the shivers.
It's the not saying what, and the not putting into words but totally just understanding. Just know that I understand. I may not be able to articulate it as well as others may be able to, but I do understand - or at the very least, I try my best to.
