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Name: Jason
Location: New York, United States
Gender: Male
Expertise: Computer Science, and it would come off pretentious but I like to think that I can write sometimes.
Occupation: Game Development and Design
Industry: Game Development (Video Games)
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AIM:  Hidinginwinter
Member Since:
7/8/2003
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| I miss you, if you even read this. You've become a ghost, and I'm sorry for whatever part I had to play in that.
This is dead now. | | |
| I never opened my eyes at all. It's not so much what there was to see, but what was missing. I'm thinking of someone else, and someone new keeps breaking in, there's no trace of safety left in this house. Where are you going to go when you're gone? There's not a light on the block, we can see the stars, and they're not gonna add one to the flag if you die for what you don't believe in. Some people worry about the change in the seasons and keep warm with thoughts of those they love, I prefer the hope of those I've yet to share beds with. Please, someone take down their names and regrets, and put them in an envelope marked with the day you want it all to change. Some day soon. There's someone outside my door, peering in taking quick glances of actions destined to become painful memories, I just want one picture of us smiling. This makes no sense, you golden hands touching gentle spots, drawing patterns we'll never make new. No one can see us now, it's over.
- These are the kinds of things only a hangover and medication can bring. | | |
| We all had mouths that opened too far when we laughed. We challenged each other in interesting ways and never said we were sorry when it hurt. We'd race mountain bikes down long, sloped driveways into traffic, and scrape our knees on the hot pavement when it couldn't slow us down. We were alive in bright colors, and strong odors of sweat and skin, in tangles as we watched the light creep through tiny slats in the windows. We were brave when we learned that our parents would age before us, soon too weak to take care of us. We showed strength when they passed on. We were impatient when we had children of our own, and we made mistakes. We were always right, and we were always to blame.
Life is a series of joys, disappointments and compromises. | | |
| We know you've come for the people you love, but each day you take just a few too many. Friends and family, somewhere better off or better off somewhere else. Sink, sink, sink dear ship. We've spent so long on this expansive blue, we ought to see what lies at the bottom. All we can see from up here is faces we didn't ever take the time to know, staring back at us. There's no time left to witness, we should be acting. | | |
| This can't keep happening love, respect and each moment I forget to breathe. fragile seconds of time where I plan out my words and abandon them given to you, as a child to take care of to raise to not resent it's parents those brief moments of intamacy challenged in our days
"A little less love, a little more common decency." | | |
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