Hands down this is the best day
I can ever remember. I'll always remember,
The sound of the stereo,
down to the soft lights,
the scent of your hair
that you twirled in your fingers.
And the time of the clock,
when we realized it's so late,
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet and the gate was locked,
so I jumped it, and let you in.
And you stood at your door
with your hands on my waist,
And you kissed me like you meant it.

And I knew, that you meant it.
That you meant it, that you meant it...
I knew...that you meant it.

-words from the song Hands Down, by the Dashboard Confessionals

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Still, some memories continue to persist. Still, the weight of her head burdens my shoulders. Still, her absent fingers keep me from holding any other. Though I keep her faceless, she keeps me. And until the shadows lift from my wall, I will wait for no other.

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"If we are not empty, we become a block of matter.
We cannot breathe, we cannot think.
To be empty means to be alive, to breathe in and to breathe out.
We cannot be alive if we are not empty.
Emptiness is impermanence, it is change.
We should not complain about impermanence,
because without impermanence, nothing is possible." -Nhat Hanh