urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:i_am_lux when she jumped, she probably thought she was going to fly Lux Lisbon 2004-03-07T18:14:06Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:i_am_lux:3090 2004-03-07T18:09:40Z 2004-03-07T18:14:06Z "my paper heart" - all american rejects <center> <bold>ce journal est maintenant des amis seulement. </bold><br /><br /><br />"To A Stranger"<br /><i>PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, <br />You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,) <br />I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, <br />All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, <br />You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me, 5 <br />I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only, <br />You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return, <br />I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone, <br />I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again, <br />I am to see to it that I do not lose you.<br />-- w.whitman</i> &lt;/c&gt;</center>