Stockard Channing's Shoe Size

You are to be compared with all ...

I measure the sea and the desert, not in their area and not life at the time ...

You are long gone. Actually a lot longer than you were really there in the end. You and I are a lot more back when we were alone together, but never mind. Somewhere between your heart and my piece, there are somewhere between the two, because it hurts a bit. But that's okay. You know, the short time you were in the I and I you that is completely sufficient for all the time you miss me to outweigh it. Each of our smile, I sprinkle in the air when I miss you too much. As a bit of star dust that a bit of darkness is what the light back. It's not like that I do not like to catch up with me would, of course I do, but I do not think you ever know how much you give even if you've already turned over. You know, you're a bit like my favorite shoes that I traces in the wet sand do. They are riddled completely washed out and expired, but they fit as if they had never heard of a different walk. On the day I found her I had already stopped to look for some. If I'm honest, I had not even started it because I was sure that it would be a waste of time. I'm just running through the streets and nothing happened. And then, in the last shop on the street I found her. I think it was one of your favorite shops, at that time. It was the last pair and not at my size, but they have passed. They were the only ones I have ever tried on and they are still the only ones I do not put in the shoe closet to the other, because I know that I anyway soon pick up again, even if it rains. Especially when it rains i have to think up. Maybe because I love the feeling of sparkling drops on my skin and dripping wet hair, but maybe just because I know that the sun can break only to be let in the rain miracle. And you're a bit like my favorite wool socks that I always wear in winter could on my feet when polar bears hibernate. They are very colorful, not black, not white, but full of color and life. Here and there are a few patched holes, because I always prefer to run barefoot through the to feel like the world is turning and in some places are a few stitches, but never mind. I like them even quite happy, simply because it shows me again that I have more than all other couples. If it's cold because I know they keep me warm, even with thousands of patched holes and also because they wait until after the summer for me, as the word broken by the silence. It's funny, but in winter I put them back only rarely in the drawer. They depend mostly on my chair, just so I do not look it needs. You are a little bit of my favorite song and my favorite movie of my favorite picture and my favorite jeans. You are a little bit of everything, maybe because I love to look at, but mainly because it fills my life with stories. And maybe you are also exactly why me a smile under all that elicits the most beautiful. You are my Lieblingsbuch.v The wherever is next to my bed, with the donkey ears on the most beautiful places. It is already fully tapped, and has all Kaba stains, it smells of old air and after a bit past, but never mind. Some pages are not quite, others stuck here and there are some words scratched into it with any color, just remember me for something. In other places, are traces of chocolate or water drops those words will swallow bisschenv and sometimes it is untouched for weeks under a thick layer of dust. Not because I have forgotten, but just to still other things in my heart to leave. But I never put on the shelf with the others. I've always felt there, it does not fit inside. Maybe because it has just touched me more than all the other books.

... I live up to its drops and their sand grains and the lives of heart beats.