For Synthering.

It's interesting.


A diologue between male and female can go wrong with one choice of word. It doesn't bother me per se but it can give one faith. Be a girl. Cry and over think. Stay up with your heart pounding about your talk of how love doesn't really exist. Its true. Everything he said is completely true. But you can't forget- words only last as far as they come from your mouth. They don't spin around in the universe like a quantum-well infrared photodectors. They puff out, and as quickly as they came- vanish. I've been having some stimulating conversations amoung males of which I have various ties to. Within that, hundreds of promises, lies, arguements, laughs, and physical contact has ensused(it's unavoidable). How far did those all take me? Full circle? Did it spin around and walkie back to the NASA base? No. It took me up. It drove me to insanity and cities. It was fun, it was okay, it was cool, it was great, it was devestating. But it's not until you get to the moment when your heart no longer panics when you can be prepared for whats to come. I can't tell you what it is or else it ruins the surprise.

Just promise me you will be brave through it all. That you will cry, and laugh, and feel unseasy, and be excited. Can you promise me that? Because at the end its all just words and its true when they say they are full of shit.

Even this.

I love you, I mean it,
Brie.