Friday, February 12, 2010

giving in to the prevailing sentiment.

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"I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain." Keats

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Ci siamo incontrati in un sogno.

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parallel universe and joanna newsom.



I refuse to believe that coincidences this eerie are anything less than small signs from the universe that I am on the right path. These are my private thoughts and couldn't possibly make sense to anyone else, but I hope that these paths of ours are not parallel. I hope that they cross again somewhere maybe not so far down the line. Are you here? I think you are.