From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #284 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Saturday, November 14 1998 Volume 01 : Number 284 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: a tiny little blurb on how i feel [winters ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1998 22:41:25 -0800 From: winters Subject: ET: a tiny little blurb on how i feel I'M GETTING SCARED (in my small town) it's 6:17 and i'm waking up. i'm starting the day off late, yet i know your still in bed two hours away. the usual bull shitting around is completed, although i think of you most of the time. when i saw my best friend drink chocalote milk, i thought of you and when you ordered that the other week. everything is a circle in my mind, starting with you and ending there to. my day always seems to go well, but you barely know. i want you here, so i can include you into my daily bores. i want to yell at you for running a stop sign, and i want you to give me the all knowing look. with distance and time your put on a pedastal, and when i see you i just can't yell. i want to buy groceries with you, and do something on surprise. everything has been so calculated, i feel like all i do is try, and you sit there waiting for me to try, till i get it right. i have other friends here, who i put my heart into. but now that you have entered my life, i can't put my full self into anything else. i'm so afraid of waking up one day, and realizing that i don't know you. yet the calender moved from days to years, and a history unwrapped of never knowing the other to the full extent. i'm scared of losing you, losing the feeling, and most of all losing myself. i know while i'm trying on that cap and gown, your doing something else, probably not thinking of me. i've heard i miss you lightly before, i've said it myself. please let me walk away from this, before i walk to far in. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #284 **********************************