There in the hall. In the light of night. In the dark of secret. He kissed her. For luck. For passion. For madness. For mercy. For loneliness. For Heaven. For Hell. For freedom.
There's a hand on the wall. 3 feet on the ground. A shadow slinking down the hall, out the front door, through the schoolyard, down the wet street, over the open field, resting its tangled hair twisted lips double helix head on the gravestone.
3 comments:
I knew you in high school and was surpised in reading your blog; I assumed something totally different when I started reading. I need to now apologize for judging you. As I read on and on in your blog, I got to know who you were more and more. I'm happy to hear of the strength of your faith, deeply rooted in the restored gospel. Thank you for sharing your true feelings.
I admittedly judged you too...but I'm not sorry.
Umm, hello. My name is Lindsey, and we were friends/neighbors/Cougars fans together once upon a time. Mike said he found your blog the other day (that's right, we blog-stalked you) but I wanted to say hello. Hello.
How the hack are you? It has been a long time, we miss your craziness! I love your writing style. You'd better come to Derricks B-Day party this weekend!
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