My little Butterflies.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Ru.

[Forget about the air, I'll breathe you instead.]


Do you know the world population? You said that there would be a chance. But there are so many people in the world. What are the odds of these lines intersecting? Perhaps they might get parallel, or maybe not even maybe. Waiting is never fun. It can be exciting if you know how to spend that time, but guessing is never fun. Not having an exact answer is like being in outer space without an astronaut suit on. Breathing is so vague there, taking in anything could just mean that it would be your last; deadly. However not would just be sheer suffocation. There's barely enough air left. Please. Gasping.

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