February 26th, 2003 - 10:06 p.m.

Let me down. Just down, over there, by that corner. (All that I wanted.)

3(7) = 21

That sentence of simple mathematics. The feeling stretches and fills the room, as light and shadows when one flicks the switch. And it means next to nothing for you. I know. I know all too well.

"For seven years, seven days, and seven hours, I took my chances."

Without is not an option.

I declare intensity. I declare perfection. I declare clarity.

Everybody knows. That this feeling is bound not to ever go.

All I wanted is a lighted coloured circle, dancing with gaiety behind the eyelids.

All I want is to never be alone.

Love, intensely, imperfectly, always,

N.

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