when she loved me


Some artists and physicists,
working their wares in metal and acrylic and quantum theory,
build Time from ceaseless moments,
an ever-present path we dance upon,
an array of immutable seconds waiting for us to step into them,
our past, permanent and passed.

And while their construction pilfers our choices from us,
filches our will like coins from our pockets,
I find a small comfort in believing
that a series of moments breathe
where our fingers still entwine amidst our laughter.
wall-e farewell

From jblaque

If there are one or more people on your Friends List who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.
wall-e farewell


For a while now, I've been reading blogs that one could very well call emotional voyeurism--from postsecret to Found Magazine's found_mag. The latest addition to these is Dear Old Love (dearoldlove on Livejournal), a collection of anonymous short notes from old lovers to their estranged former companions. One that struck me today as especially clever was the following note:
I upgraded to unlimited texts for you. Now what?
Why, you ask, did I think that particular note was mentionable? Because the title of said post was "I'll Send an SMS to the World"