Thursday, Apr. 14, 2005 - 7:43 p.m.
I�m standing on my front step watching the planes fly over. I�m thinking about you, on a plane as I stand here, flying southbound over the States. I�m thinking about flying to you. I�m thinking about you flying to me. I�m thinking about distance and closeness and wondering if one really affects the other. I�m standing on the front step watching the planes fly over because I�ve been smoking on the sly this week. I don�t know why I�m doing it (I do, it�s alone time and fills the spaces and it�s my old cocoon). I�m standing on the front step watching the planes fly over and wanting really to cry.
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