our hands, or white sailboats

TO SOONER GO UNNOTICED…

with my limbs starfished, i felt like a spider.
your eyelashes brushing softly against my ribcage
eight am. the clean air from an open window, a warm breath
happier now in an unsettled way
you saying "i feel sad today"
her restaurant’s namesake is as bitter and sharp a green as she is a person
sundays

hi c.,this is paul m.i dont know why but i just found myself thinking of you the other day and wondering how you were.i know its been a long time but id really like to see you just to see how you are and how things are going.i feel a bit strange being on your diary but i didnt know how else to get in touch.if you want you can email me at maselli_pav@yahoo.com but if not i totally understand. bye.

~*Miss*~

November 30, 2005

I have recently made a promise to myself to spend more time here on OD. I’m currently reading threw old entries and notes, and I am leaving notes to everyone who has ever left me one, in hopes of rebuilding the OD community I once loved and cherised so much. This was an interesting entry, I can’t say I understood it, but I did enjoy it. Happiness and Smiles =)

I wish you’d write some more. I look back on some of your work and it’s absolutely stunning. All of it. I wish I knew you in the real world. You’d be an interesting friend to have. And I wish you’d write a book and become as famous as you should be. The world needs more writers like you. Always Yours, Diane http://justmightbeyou.blogspot.com