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shyness and deceiving beauty.
2008-01-19, 10:46 p.m.

current mood: wishing i were a lot of places instead of here.

current song: the postal service - such great heights

i am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and
when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and i have to speculate
that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay
true it may seem like a stretch
but it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away
when i am missing you to death
when you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows and when you scan the radio
i hope this song will guide you home

they'll see us waving from such great heights
come down now they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
come down now but we'll stay

i tried my best to leave this all on your machine but the persistent beat
it sounded thin upon listening
that frankly will not fly
you will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down
when this is guiding you home

they'll see us waving from such great heights
come down now they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
come down now but we'll stay

i went into the stairwell to smoke. i asked if we could go up on the roof, and she said "no, it's locked." but, being the cat that i am, when she went back in the apartment, i was determined to investigate.

i climbed the rest of the stairs up, and tapped the lock with one finger. it swung open, as if it were never really locked in the first place. i nearly jumped back down the stairs, shoving the butt of my cigarette in the soda can on the railing, and giggled to myself as i pushed in the door of her apartment.

i had to have been grinning like a child when i told her the news, and waited for her reaction. she grabbed her coat.

even though the night air bit at any exposed skin, wind whipping through our hair, we stood on the roof of the ancient apartment building, scanning the horizon. fat, thick clouds, the color of pink cotton candy hung low and dusky in the sky, gliding over the tops of the massive buildings in the distance. downtown detroit winked its eyes at us, neon and splendid, against the almost black sky. and if we looked up, there sat the moon, and even a few stars there, twinkling away, as if trying in vain to compete with the brazen glow of humanity. if new york is the city that never sleeps, then detroit is her weary sister; parts of her shine, but the rest is overwhelmed with shadow, and even in her finest, she still gazes at you with tired eyes. it didn't matter, because in the dark she is deceivingly beautiful.

the winter chill tried its best to force our retreat, but it didn't matter; i hadn't felt that warm inside in a long time. her shyness only added to the strange feeling i had growing inside of me. it might have been corny, but i kissed her. i couldn't help it. i had wanted to for a while.

hopefully snapshots of tonight will brighten the pages of the faded photo album in my mind.

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