Monday, November 21, 2011

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,
Today I got solicited by three different men to eat out, drink whiskey, and have pie. I'm only accepting the eating out ;) 
XOXO, Melissa 


Dear Diary, 
This week I run forever in both directions. Space is an endless void where stars blink in and out of existence, just like me. I am condemned to an island while the old are condemned to the shore. He lives just beyond the dirty brown tunnel with the mesh gate. I cannot stay in his world for long and he cannot stay in mine. So we meet in that place just between sleep and awake. 
XOXO, Rachel 

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