dimensions of a 10ft bridge by means of 2X4s

really?
you fall for men that are "smart?"

did you think i was smarter?

sit. sit here and feel what you've put into yourself for the hopes of something greater and write. Hoping is stupid if you're stunted by the simplicity of greatness.

no, go. go and fix the problems that you've created in abscess, in the thoughts that provide. come around again and grab the keys to fix the problems created with words by saying more again and thinking less.

leave, leave now. Leave now while the feelings are suspended and the spirits are high and blind to doubt. Leave now before the fatal connection is made, between the lips, between the eyes. Leave now before you question who wants it more and who wants it less.

go again, go. find something else. find a better place to be. ride out the high of perfect timing. search for someplace good, but not too good. keep the edge of pessimism, but dont drown in paranoia. find the one, the group who can bring this by making phone calls, by writing digital messages.

surge, surge ahead. ride out the urgency in which you park and exit your car. dont notice where you are, keep focus on what is to come. remind yourself of the visions you had days ago about the plans that you made for tonight. this is the night, because this is the night.

talk yourself up. this is not the climax, stay relaxed. wait patiently. get another drink. occupy your hands. remind yourself to smile. keep coaching, keep on. stop looking, start talking. make a better connection, break through. come on. come one.

hi. hi. giggle while the friend falls down on you. giggle again and excuse everthing. make a smart remark. forget it when it's missed. keep smiling, it's ok to feel awkward. drink. watch him leave. watch. if a friend is there, they will nudge you. they will say smile. you'll get angry at the fact that you were really trying. think about what it took to get a friend there.

what did i think of you before i knew? hard to say, i care about you now. is this when? is this when i had my own thoughts...since they're gone now because you've shared.

ever warn someone before they date you? she asks.
if there were ever a chuckle so sincere.

i can see you from a distance. I can see that you are man or woman. I can see that you are tall or short. I can see that you are fat or thin. I can see that you your hair is long or short. I can see that your skin is dark or light. I can see that you stand on the other side of this bridge and that is all i can see.

I see the bridge is wet. I see the bridge gets darker with rain, i see the wood makes a difference and i dont know how to say that. I see between the planks that have been cut somewhere else that i can't see, that i can see a river beneath. I can see my shoes misplaced and my hands archaic on a rope given to give steady. And then i see you.

Your hair is not dark or light, but red and short. Your eyes are brown. Your skin is filled with curves and shadows. The bags under your eyes make you seem sad. You are taller than me. The hair that grows underneath your chin and down your neck is uneaven and sparce. You have freckles on your arms and a tattoo on your right wrist. You are missing your left pinky finger. You wear two rings, silver. Your eyes are brown.

there is not much to make you come. the air is wet, the bridge wood is damp and the soles of our shoes are artificial. Saving something chivalrous, i escort my hand to lead the way. At your back, i look to the side of the bridge at which you once stood. I take my shoes off. Remind yourself to smile.

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