Tuesday, March 08, 2005

proof that i'm a terrible writer

"what is it?"

"what's wrong?" said oyle. but deep down the recesses of his black sticky heart, he knows.

"you know."

"deep down the recesses of your black sticky heart, you know" replied eych2oh sadly.

"i guess..." oyle said, acknowledging finally their predicament.

they've been trying to start something between them ever since they met. something. after all these years, they finally suceeded. they've done what is naturally impossible...they're starting to bond. they're starting to form a union. swirling around together, floating, weightless... oblivious of what is, and what isnt supposed to be.

but they know. deep down they both know.

"if only i could believe that you are capable of being with me, perhaps i could let go of my inhibitions. " eych2oh said, even though she didnt want to.

"but my capability is in question as well, for i do not think i can push through with it" she added.

"i can love you all i want, and you can love me..."

"but we will never have each other."

"we just dont mix."

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

It isn't terrible. It's not great, but it's not terrible either.

6:20 PM  
Blogger evil_eye said...

ermm...thanks, i think...

8:12 PM  
Anonymous sleepyinsomniac said...

i honestly don't think you're a terrible writer...i like this blog for some weird reason hehehe :)

11:23 PM  
Blogger evil_eye said...

haha. thanks, i wrote this for some wierd reason too, so there...

11:37 PM  

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