na foine ting

Friday, May 14, 2004
If you hit me hard enough, I can almost be sure of being here.

Hit me harder still, and I'm almost sure you're here with me.

Located, in this moment on the ice, against the boards, or that moment against a wall. An impact so complete that the shock resonates through me utterly, and I still feel it days later. In my skin, my bones, deep in blood that rises to the surface, trying to trace the shape of where you have been.

Never apologize.

I came here looking for this.


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