obsidianblaq's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- gone sigh. he's gone for the summer. an entire summer. some try and tell me it's all for the better, who needs him around anyways. part of me wants to agree with this. but he's good company, when you get him to speak to you while looking up at the moon one starry night. i'm going to miss him. friends are friends. and even after all thats happened i still value that friendship, although i have to wonder if it's wanted. 'don't bother' they say. 'he's nothing but an ass whos not worth your time'. i disagree. i took a night time cruise last night on a gorgeous calm lake. we watched the moon rise over the horizon, glowing orange. it was absolutely amazing. and i looked up and wondered if he was looking at the moon too, so many miles away, inspired by it's beauty. i thought of shakespeare and edgar alan poe. i thought of him, and the games he plays, wishing he would stop for a moment for me, knowing he never would. feeling like i was inside of a glass dome where i was being played with, unknown to me. making movements against my will. i do not believe in god. but some days i feel helpless. life is run by advertising, music lyrics, color and movies. i'm a sucker for advertising. life is also run by the lives of others. their personalities, quirks, likes, dislikes, tastes, ideas, thoughts, realisations and such. each contributing to make what people think is you. (or me.) here's to new beginnings at the end of the summer. 11:34 p.m. - 2004-07-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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