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|Re: Little o' This, Little o' That. (Score: 1)|
by paleface on Wednesday, June 04, 2008 (17:38:12)
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Hi. I was taking a break from my daily activities and browsed my way into your page. Enjoyed the read. Wanted to let you know I landed and left. J
I hope to find
drowned in silence
there is this tiny echo
of a voice
you once used
and it chases
have come to resemble
scars that no
and I am still searching
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|Ash's recent Blog entry. ||The Look ( 3970 reads) ||Monday, October 27, 2008 (19:47:29)|
|It's highly disconcerting when I look up to see his eyes fixed on mine. It's as though he has been waiting for me to look up, so that I will see he has been watching me. What does he want? What does it mean? |
Looking into those eyes catches me so offguard and makes me want to keep looking until he breaks the gaze. But I look away, acting as though I hardly noticed his gaze.
The next time someone is caught staring it will be me, when he looks up from whatever has his attention.