Because I kinnd of feel like hurting you...

[wolven7]

I don't want to cut you, or punch you, or throttle you... Well. Sometimes I want to throttle you. But, more often, I want your brainto ache and stretch and twist, and your soul to sear and burn.

You crack, a little, inside, and you find a way to fix it. You're better for the hurt. Aren't you. Admit it.

Yeah, you are and that's beautiful.

You miss someone. Someone a name a face a smell a moment in time, you miss them.

Tell me. Who what when where.

You only need to give me one, but make it mean something.

If you ask for reciprocity, then you've not been paying attention.

Later, i'll be much nicer, won't I? Yeah.

I probably will.

Comments

Sadly...

[kittenspeaks.livejournal.com]

Hampton.
I am at the tail end of a migraine. The meds makes the head better but the rest of the body and mind worse. This is the time that Hapton would lie with me...in the dark...in the quiet...pet my head and lightly scratch my back. He would make sure I had juice or creme soda. He wouldn't talk or ask for anything. He would just pet my head, let me cry quietly and detox from all of it.

I miss that...maybe not him...all of him...or even most. But I miss that moment which I only ever had with him.

Re: Sadly...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

That's a reasonable thing to miss, and very pleasant sounding...

[theatreannie.livejournal.com]

Jason & Sasha. I'm not saying one more than the other, so there.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

[ellenore.livejournal.com]

I miss myself when I was younger, even though I know it's an idealized and overly nostalgic view. I think I used to be gutsier and I thought I was more intelligent, even if I wasn't in reality.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

So you're the idealised younger you, and you want to make sure older you remembers some very important lessons. What do you write yourself?

[moonandserpent.livejournal.com]

Don't push her away. Don't give up. Tell him you love him one last time. Oh, and Diet!

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Nice. You went at it the way I only just realised it could be read. And good advice.

Glad you took it.

[sadistic-apollo.livejournal.com]

my brother, as he will be.

[tsarina-bomba.livejournal.com]

My father. The way he'd let me crawl up beside him on his pepto bismol pink recliner and 'read' the news with him in the morning. How he smelled like cigarettes and some sort of aftershave. God I miss him sometime. I wish he could meet Nick.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Those sound like very nice memories.

[lilsayermonster.livejournal.com]

Naomi. Even though it has been several years, I still sometimes think of calling her to tell her something and then remember that I can't anymore. I miss her laughter and creativity and the way she always smelled like nag champa incense (which is why I burn it in my house all the time).

[wolven.livejournal.com]

You remember who she was and what she did, the things she taught you and did for you. Just make sure you carry those with you, and you'll be fine.

Rema

[momentai.livejournal.com]

It was 2001. She had come down for summer break and we hung out most of the time she was here. One night, she led me around Inman Park, Cabbage Town, and all the surrounding areas and the night was very good. It had been years since I had staid out all night and though we were in neighborhoods that most would deem "seedy" or unsafe, the 2 of us were perfectly at ease and quite safe. I felt strong next to her. I felt like I had a friend and therefore had everything.

Nothing else flitted thru my head that night except where we were, what we were talking aboout, were we were walking, and how the world looked at 1AM. I wasn't preoccupied and was not waiting until I went back to my usual state of mind. I was enjoying myself and her company. I was in the moment, for what was the first time in many, many times.

One moment in particular had us at King Memorial Station sitting on a bench. We weren't talking, just sitting, and our arms were touching. There was a feeling in the air of comfort, for lack of a better term. No sexual tension or expectation on my part, no awkward silence on her part. There was nothing except two friends sharing space on a bench, sharing time at a point, waiting for the night to tell us another secret, but not waiting for the other to speak or "make a move".

That was happiness and coolness that night.

Re: Rema

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Beautiful.

Sneaking around...

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

Pragati called me from work, at work. I met her in the stairwell next to her lab, standing one stair below her (because of our respective heights), and she kissed me.

... yeah, it's been a while.

Re: Sneaking around...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[elioraceit.livejournal.com]

i miss my family. none of them are dead, just scattered to the four winds. we aren't a unit anymore, and as dysfunctional as that unit was, it was my haven. it was still my family. and everyone that ever tried to turn me against them...what the fuck is wrong with you?

[wolven.livejournal.com]

That is kind of strange...

[elioraceit.livejournal.com]

which part?

[wolven.livejournal.com]

people trying to turn you away from your family.

[elioraceit.livejournal.com]

right. yeah, and i think you can probably figure out who they are/were.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

My best friend from before high school, Faith.

Heather in the old days. Before she gave up.

Myself, before I was scared of people and what they thought of me.

I miss

[cailement.livejournal.com]

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[anarchette.livejournal.com]

i had to delete it. i couldn't. it had to go.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

I understand.

*hug*